Page 48 of All Autumn
I picked up a lock of her hair, curling it around my fingers. “Is that all you want from me, Autumn?” I didn’t understand why I was pushing for more when she was offering me a no-strings-attached bed partner, but something inside me was rebelling at being nothing more than her itch scratcher.
“I thought that’s what you wanted.”
I dropped the curl and put my hand on her neck, swallowing a smile when she leaned into my touch. “I like hanging out with you, and I want to go out, just the two of us.”
She didn’t say anything at first, and then she smiled. “Would you like to know my answer?”
“I’m on pins and needles here, Autumn.”
The woman attacked me. I fell back against the sofa when she landed on my lap, straddling my thighs.
“I take it that’s a yes?”
She nodded. “It’s a yes. Just promise you won’t let it mess up our friendship when this is over.”
“I promise. I think you should kiss me to seal the deal.”
“Do you now?”
I nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. “You do all the work this time.”
That made her grin. “You think I’ve been slacking with my kisses?”
“Yep, so you have some catching up to do, beautiful.” Even though I was itching to touch her, I kept my hands on the sofa. I was definitely curious to see what she’d do.
Copying my earlier move, she put her hands on my cheeks, stared at my mouth for a few seconds, then touched my lips with hers. She played at flicking her tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other. Then with a little sigh and a puff of air, she pushed her tongue past the seam of my closed lips. It was damned difficult not to flip her onto her back and take over, but I wanted to see where she’d go with this.
She tasted and explored every part of my mouth, scraping her tongue over my teeth, along the insides of my cheeks, and then as she tangled her tongue around mine, she began to unbutton my shirt. Her fingers fumbled with the first button, but when I attempted to help her, she slapped my hands away. That was downright sexy.
Never letting go of my mouth, she finally managed to get all the buttons undone. When she tried to tug my shirt over my shoulders, I lifted up so she could slide it off. We were still joined at the mouth like wet on rain. There had never been a make-out session in my life that had sent me to this hot and bothered this fast. What was this girl doing to me?
Once my shirt was off, her hands roamed all over my chest. My nipples seemed to fascinate her the most, and when she pinched one, I let out a low moan. At hearing it, she unfused our mouths, then kissed her way down to my other nipple and sucked on it. The pleasure that ripped through me was so intense I almost shot off the couch.
I put my hands on her hips, and she slapped them away again, making me chuckle. “I never knew you were such a demanding little thing.”
She lifted her head and smiled at me. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m thinking you like it.”
“You’re not wrong.” Her lips were swollen and damp from kissing me, and her eyes were a few shades darker, shimmering with desire. Total turn-on. I waved my fingers at her. “Carry on.”
The next thing on her agenda turned out to be getting off my pants. “I want your blouse off,” I said as she unbuckled my belt.
“Not yet.” She slid my zipper down. “Lift your butt up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” While she was sliding my pants down, I kicked off my shoes. “How come I’m going to be naked and you’re not?”
“Because that’s how I want it.” She twisted around on my lap, giving me her back. “Hold your feet up.”
She tugged off my socks, then resumed her position, facing me. All my clothing was gone except for my boxer briefs. She eyed those, gave them a considering look, then said, “We’ll leave those on for a minute.”
“You’re the boss.” There was no hiding how hard I was for her, not that I had a problem with her knowing what she did to me.
“Put your hands on the back of the sofa and leave them there.” She nodded in approval when I clutched the back of my couch.
This was a side of Autumn that I’d never known existed. I liked it. Who was I kidding? I loved it. Her gaze roamed over me, pausing on my tented briefs. And damn, if she didn’t lick her lips.
“You’re killing me, Autumn, looking at me like that.”
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