Page 33 of Tangled Up

It makes me whimper, and he groans. “I love that sound.”

His hands slide down my body. His fingers curl against my bare thighs, and I’m not thinking clearly. I’m not making smart choices, but I don’t stop him. His erection presses against my stomach, and my panties drench.

“Beck, I—” My words are lost in another hungry kiss, and when he slips a finger inside me, desire takes over.

Rising onto my toes, I plunge my fingers into his hair.

He knows exactly how to touch me to make me come. I taught him. We taught each other.

We were both virgins, eager to learn everything together. We were hungry and horny and imaginative. We spent that summer doing all the things we’d texted about when he was home all winter at school, and I was here dreaming of him.

“I need to fuck you.” He lifts me off my feet, carrying me to the bar in the kitchen.

“Yes.” It slips out on a breath as I trace my lips over his brow, my arms wrapped around his shoulders.

The granite countertop is cold against my bare ass, and he’s standing in front of me with his shirt open, panting. I reach out and push it off his shoulders, leaning forward to trace my tongue along his collarbone.

He fumbles with my dress, trying to open it without tearing the fabric. I’m less patient, shoving it down my shoulders so my breasts spill out.

His eyes smolder as they trace the line of my skin, and my body tingles with need.

Lifting one in his hand, he slides the pad of his thumb back and forth over my beaded nipple. “Remember the honey?”

Stretching higher, I pull his earlobe between my lips. “How could I forget?”

In those days, the concept of a refractory period was more like a torture test, and we’d make up games to pass the minutes. One of them involved sitting in front of this very refrigerator, eating food off each other’s naked bodies. He’d seen it in an old movie.

I stole the bottle of honey from the cabinet and put a drop everywhere I wanted his mouth on me. It wasn’t long before we were twisted up and sticky and fucking like rabbits again on the cold, hard floor in the light of the appliance.

Stepping away, he turns to the cabinet, opening the doors and closing them quickly. My heart beats faster, and my stomach quivers in anticipation.

Another door opens and closes, and I’m afraid we’re going to be disappointed until he turns around holding a plastic bear.

His next words ignite the fire in my veins. “Lie back and spread your legs.”

CHAPTERTEN

BECK

“Give it to me.” Carly sits in front of me on the bar, breasts bare, dark hair falling in silky waves around her arms.

I’m so hard for her, I’m nearly blind.

I put the bottle of honey in her hand, and she opens the cap. Lifting it, she lets a golden drop fall onto her peaked nipple, and I lean forward to lick it off slowly, cupping it with my hand as I circle my tongue over the sweet, warm little bud, pulling it with my teeth.

She moans, arching her back higher as she places a drop on her other breast. I’m between her legs, feasting on her tits. My shirt is off, and my cock presses painfully against the fly of my jeans. I reach down to relieve the pressure, unbuttoning my pants and lowering them. I’m not wearing underwear, and my dick slides against her bare inner thigh.

Her hand goes between us, and she wraps her fingers around me, tugging slowly, achingly. Fuck, I’m going to come.

“Where do you want it?” My voice cracks, and she trails a thin stream of honey down her stomach before leaning back on her elbows.

I lean down to lick it away, starting between her breasts, going down to her small navel, and circling it with my tongue.

“Yes…” she gasps.

My hands hold her waist, and her knees rise beside me. A wicked gleam is in her amber eyes, and she lets a final drop fall on her bare pussy, right on her clit.

Our eyes meet, and I lean down to cover her with my mouth, sliding my tongue all around, over and up her softest skin. She falls all the way back, arching higher as I focus my attention on the small bud that makes her scream.

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