Page 114 of The Crush Next Door

But the stubborn ass still held onto the whipped cream aimed my way. So I needed to keep going. Whipping the tank top off, I tossed it at his face, making him laugh.

"Nice try, Jess," he said.

Smiling, I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, Josh's laughter fading quickly as he blatantly stared, his chocolate-covered chest moving up and down with the increased pace of his breathing.

Touching every bit of my skin along the way, I teased him while I brought my arms forward, my hands finally covering my chest as my bra fell away.

Wow, his eyes. They were beyond intense.

"Jess," he whispered like he was suffering and in agony.

"You wanna see?" I teased.

He didn't speak, just nodded, literally licking his lips.

"Drop the canister," I ordered.

Laughing, he shook his head. "Never."

Damn it. But seriously, I was pretty much beyond caring, ready to show Josh all of me. So I lowered my hands, revealing my breasts to Josh for the first time.

If I thought his eyes were intense before, well, they were blazing now.

"God, you're beautiful," he said softly, his gaze eventually moving up to my eyes.

That melted me, not only his words, but the sweet way he said them.

But still, he held on to the whipped cream. The jerk. The guy was incredibly stubborn. What more could I do?

Reaching down between my legs, I touched myself slowly, lingering, then reached up to my mouth, sucking on my finger.

"We taste good together," I said.

The whipped cream canister dropped to the floor between us, exploding in a spectacular display, soaking Josh and me in its contents.

"That is fucking it," he growled, sliding across the floor, grabbing onto me as my ass hit the table behind me.

And before I could even think, his lips were on me, meeting me kiss for kiss, tongue on tongue, our passion surging to life.

He lifted me onto the table as I draped my legs around him again and our chests came together in a slippery mess of chocolate and whipped cream. It was sexy as hell, my breasts rubbing against him as he groaned.

"God, Jess."

Yeah, that pretty much summed it up. He felt amazing. That chest I'd admired for so long, my heated body against the cool hardness of his chiseled muscles. Un-fucking-believable.

His kisses moved down my neck as I grasped onto his shoulders, then explored his arms and everything I could reach. I couldn't get enough of Josh, this feeling hitting me that a lifetime wouldn't be enough to spend with him, to get to know every part of his heart, soul, and body.

As Josh's hungry mouth devoured my neck, his hands moved to my breasts, massaging them, stroking the sides, teasing, building up my anticipation until I thought I might burst.

"Josh, please," I begged.

Taking my earlobe in his teeth, I writhed against him, my body impatient, wanting to both prolong and end this sweet torture.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice vibrating near my ear, hot breath on my neck.

Shivers racked my frame, goosebumps breaking out on my arms. "Please," I breathed again.

And this time, he stopped his teasing and lightly brushed his thumbs against my hard nipples, making me gasp at the contact.

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