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“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
She launched herself at him, and he couldn’t help smiling.When he picked her up, his hands under her ass, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard; he loved her enthusiasm.He walked backward as he returned the kiss, bumping into the coffee table before finding his way to the recliner where they’d made out last time.Once they were seated, he slid one hand to her breast.When she groaned, his hand dove under her sweater, and he fingered the bead of her nipple through her bra.
In one almost-smooth move, she pulled her sweater, tank top, and bra over her head and dropped them on the floor…and all he could do was stare.
You’re so beautiful.
But he didn’t say that, even though staying silent made him ache.
Instead, he’d show her.
He took off his glasses so they wouldn’t get in the way, and then he pulled her nipple into his mouth.She gave a little squeak of pleasure and tipped her head back.
He wanted to do everything to her all at once, but unfortunately, he only had so many hands—and only one mouth.He moved to her other breast, biting lightly before soothing her with his tongue.His hands roamed up her back before shifting to her sides, her stomach, the underswell of her breasts.His movements were halted by her removal of his flannel shirt, quickly followed by the removal of his T-shirt.But then he captured her mouth again, smiling when she sighed in bliss against his lips.
“Everett…”
She didn’t say anything else, but just his name, in her voice, shot another bolt of desire through him.
Then she did something much, much worse.
She began grinding against him, like she had on Sunday.Rubbing against his cock at an angle that was, frankly, dangerous.He wasn’t sure how long he could last.
“Oh my…” he stuttered.
At his lack of coherence, a wicked grin tugged at her lips.As much as he loved it, he was also desperate to wipe it off her face.He unbuttoned her jeans and hurriedly slid his hand inside her underwear, needing to feel how wet she was for him.
He wasn’t disappointed.
He bit his lip—so hard he nearly drew blood—to stop himself from telling her, once again, how fucking hot she looked.And then he smiled because he’d certainly succeeded in wiping away that grin.
“Everett,” she panted.
He slid two fingers inside her, and the groan that escaped her mouth was completely obscene.
She rode his hand and palmed her breasts.It was such a fucking gift.Her pupils were blown, her lips parted, and he could look at this all day.She was normally a little guarded, reluctant to share herself, but not now.
Now she was open to him.
Then she dropped her hand and grasped his erection through his jeans.In response, he shoved his fingers even deeper inside her, and she lost her rhythm.She tried to get it back, but she faltered when he rubbed her clit.
“Ev…” She didn’t finish saying his name.No, she dropped her head and bit his shoulder as she shuddered around his fingers.
Everett was overcome with pride.Pride that he could make her feel this way.He eased his fingers out of her, and he was about to ask if she’d like to take this to the bedroom when she did something unexpected.
She stripped off the rest of her clothes and started grinding against him again.
“You’re going to make me…” he began.
“I know,” she said, but she paused her movements.
Fuck.
When he nodded, she gripped his shoulders and kissed him as she moved, faster and faster.He’d lost all control of this situation, and somehow, he didn’t mind.Her bare breasts were mashed against his chest as her tongue wrestled with his, and he climbed toward that inevitable release.
“Nora…”
Chapter 11
