Page 121 of Brooklyn Cupid

He kicks the door of my bedroom closed and flips the light switch.

He’s so swift and smooth, and I’m so taken with his kisses that I don’t register when and how he does things to me until I’m on my back on my bed and he’s on top of me.

“You know what I think about when I’m in bed?” He starts kissing my shoulders.

“I don’t,” I whisper.Tell me.

He slides the straps of my dress off, kissing my chest, then starts pulling my dress down with the bra.

I hold my breath as he slowly pulls it down to my waist, baring my upper body.

“These.” He kisses my breasts, soft pecks on my skin, making my body simmer with need.

“Jace,” I exhale as he licks one of my nipples, then places little kisses around it.

I hold back a moan, and he does the same to the other one.

“You know what else I think about?” He glances up at me with a mischievous smile. “What color panties you wear.” He kisses between my breasts. “And how often you change them when you write your spicy stories.”

Wait, what?

I told him that, right?

He trails soft kisses down my stomach as his hand caresses my hip.

“I wonder what you think about when you touch yourself.”

“You,” I breathe out as he pushes my skirt up to my waist and kisses my thighs.

“Me,” he echoes, shifts to sit back on his heels between my legs, and slowly lifts my legs onto his shoulders.

His eyes are ablaze as he takes me in, my dress and bra bunched around my waist, my panties still hiding a small part of me.

Without breaking eye contact, he turns his head and kisses my leg on his shoulder, then goes up to my ankle, then my foot.

Who taught him to kiss like this?

“I like your feet, Lu baby.”

Lu baby…

I’m losing my mind.

He trails the kisses back down my calf, to my knee, and leans over, making my legs bend over his shoulders.

“Have you ever been kissed here?”

Another kiss on the inside of my thigh, his mouth dangerously close to my panties.

“No,” I exhale. My ex-boyfriends weren’t exactly inventive or even remotely creative in bed.

“You wanna make friends with my tongue, Lu baby?”

His hot whisper drives me insane. The words make me seep with want and hot in those places that—yes, yes, yes—want to make friends not just with his tongue. Let’s be friends!

His lips get so close to my soaked panties that a needy whimper escapes me.

His hands gently push my legs off his shoulders.

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