Page 75 of Making New Plans

Her fingers skimmed over my chest and abdomen again, causing my muscles to contract. A wicked smirk curled her lips as her hungry gaze went from my face to my pants.

“Take them off,” she commanded.

I hesitated for just a moment, remembering I hadn’t put on underwear, but then let go of that insecurity as well. Slowly getting to my feet by the bed, I made sure she was watching closely as I shoved my pants from my hips to my ankles and stepped out of them.

Fierce satisfaction thundered through my veins as her mouth formed an O at the sight of my erection.

“Your turn,” I said, stretching myself back over her on the bed.

She reached for the hem of her sweater, but I stopped her with my fingers clasping hers. “Let me.”

She nodded. I slowly drew up the hem of her shirt, kissing each inch of bare stomach I exposed.

I kissed her ribs, sending quivers through her body. I let my lips linger in the valley between her breasts, covered by a satin black bra, before tracing my way to her collarbone.

She lifted her arms, and I slipped the sweater off of her. Reaching beneath her, my fingers found her bra clasp and pinched it. She released a trembling breath, her eyes fixed on mine, as I eased her bra off as well.

Chloe lay there, arms above her on the bed, the top half of her body bare to me. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

My hands cupped her round breasts, filling them completely. I grazed my thumbs ever so gently over her tightened nipples. Her immediate gasp made my dick twitch, and her eyes fluttered closed. But I wasn’t done yet.

My fingers reluctantly left her breasts to trail down her ribs to her hips. Seeing no button or zipper on her pants, I tested tugging on them. They stretched and gave easily, allowing me to pull them, and her panties, all the way off and toss them behind me to the floor. She let her ankles rest on my shoulders, and I thought my mind might explode from the image she created. She’d nearly killed me with her top half, but the full picture…

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, her eyes open again and her hands fidgeting over her stomach.

“I’m wishing I were better at drawing people because you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She blushed and smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I grinned and laid a kiss on the inside of each of her silky ankles. “I could spend hours kissing every inch of you.”

“Is that a promise?” she asked in a low voice.

My chuckle sounded more like a growl as I swooped down and took her mouth with mine. She responded wholeheartedly, wrapping her legs around me again. The feel of her completely bare skin touching my naked body shoved all thoughts of going slow out of my mind. My hands were everywhere. Loosening her hair from its ponytail. Teasing her taut breasts. Stroking her hips. Gripping her tight ass.

And I wasn’t alone in my exploration. Every nerve ending in my body came alive as her hands dove into my hair and pulled then dug into the muscles of my shoulders and back and stomach. I thought I even heard her groan a “holy shit” when she grabbed a handful of my ass.

A shared sentiment when she grabbed my rock-hard dick.

Our eyes flew open and met each other in the same desperation.

“Under the bathroom sink,” she rasped, her lips slightly swollen.

I made it in and out of the bathroom at the speed of light, fully sheathed and practically shaking with desire.

I arranged myself between her legs. Then kissed her once more, long and hard before asking, “You’re sure?”

“More than ever,” she whispered, the look in her eyes nearly undoing me on the spot.

“I know the feeling,” I whispered back.

27

Chloe

Real Hunter was so much better than Dream Hunter. Part of me still thought this was my dream from last night.

But then he’d asked me to stay. And once the girly shrieks in my head had stopped long enough to respond to him, he’d proceeded to show me just how dull and cold my dreams had been.

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