Page 63 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“You’re okay,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

She finally looks up—her soft eyes shining at me. “That’s the second time you’ve kissed me. I know you kissed me that first night—even though you left that part out when you were recapping the story.”

I smile. “You know because you remember or because Maisie told you?”

“Maisie,” she laughs.

“Well, it’s not a first kiss if you don’t remember it, and a kiss on the head doesn’t count, so we still haven’t officially kissed.”

She shifts around so she’s straddling my lap.

“Hmm,” she says, tilting her head. “I wonder if there’s something we can do about that.”

My hands crawl up her body. When they pass over her shoulders, she shivers and whimpers. I’m trying to take it slowly with her, but God, that little sound she made makes me want to throw her against a wall.

“I don’t like to kiss women unless they’re going to remember it,” I say, holding her face between my hands. “How’s your memory working tonight?”

“Good—”

She barely gets it out before my lips land on hers. As she circles her arms around my neck, I push her lips open and start exploring with my tongue. She shifts around on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist. I pull her further into me as she starts grinding up against me.

As I tug on one of her lips with my teeth, she lets out a soft moan. It’s more than I can take. I yank her T-shirt over her head and finally look at the curves I’ve been dreaming of seeing since I first laid my eyes on her.

“Damn, Sophie. Your body is unbelievable.” As I start exploring her breasts with my hands, she tugs at my T-shirt.

“Off,” she demands. Her bossy, little voice almost makes me cum on the spot.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, pulling the shirt over my head.

“Stop it!” she says, leaning back from me.

“What?” I say, laughing. “I thought you wanted me to take my shirt off.”

“Oh my God, Seb.” She runs her hands over my chest. “How does anyone have a chest that looks this good?”

“I was asking myself the same question about you.”

I press my chest against hers as I start exploring her neck with my tongue. She wiggles around on my lap. Her back’s arching hard, pushing her chest against mine. Just having her body smashed against me feels so good. I can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel to be inside her. She grinds into me again. I’m hard as a rock underneath her. She reaches down and rubs me a few times through my boxers. It takes all of my concentration not to explode.

I flip her onto her back and flatten her underneath me. She wraps her legs around my waist as my tongue plunges deep into her mouth again. When her hips start bucking against me, I reach down and try to pull off her underwear. My body’s still pressed against her. I don’t want to move, so I rip the underwear off with one hard tug. As they tear away, she lets out a gasp mixed with a little giggle. God, the sex sounds she makes are going to be the end of me.

“I would have taken them off,” she whispers into my ear. She gives my earlobe a little tug with her teeth.

“No time for that,” I growl. “Things to do.”

She giggles again underneath me.

“Sophie,” I moan as I hump her. Her body starts moving with mine.

As my hand starts crawling down her body, she moans again—louder this time. Just hold on, baby. It’s going to be a good night.

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