Page 110 of Insatiable

“I guess I am lucky.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm,” I repeat. “You sure you aren’t mad at me? I honestly fell asleep.”

“I believe you,” she says with a spark in her eyes. “You’re just my friend anyway.”

I narrow my eyes to slits. “Say that again and I’m going to kick you out of this car and drive away.”

“Will you at least kiss me before you do?”

“Maybe,” I say, letting go of her hand and curling a strand of hair behind her ear. “Maybe I’ll just kick you out and drive away.”

She snorts. “You think I believe with the lengths you went to see me, you’d leave me up here?”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“Okay,friend.”

I open my door and she lets out a scream, scrambling away from the passenger door. As I try to catch her leg, she dives into the back seat. I climb in with her, andinstead of dragging her out, I trap her beneath me, both hands above her head. We breathe heavily. We’re both smiling, her giggle making me smile harder.

“Do I Wanna Know?” by Arctic Monkeys is faintly playing on the radio. Her eyes drop to my mouth, fingers intertwining with my own, and as I lower my head slowly, my nose nudges hers.

“I’m not your friend, Freckles. Do you know why?” I kiss her lips. “Because friends don’t do this.” I kiss her again, her top lip, then the bottom, before dragging my mouth across the sharp line of her jaw. “If I was your friend, I wouldn’t think about you every second of the day. I wouldn’t want to feel you.” Taking flesh between my teeth, I suck, and she gasps. “All of you.”

And I mean it. I want her. I want her so bad my cock is fucking sore with how hard it is. I don’t want to just fuck her and disappear likeDezand Base do; I want to share every single first with her and stick around.

No matter what, the progression between me and Stacey will be slow. Progress is progress. I truly believe she won’t vanish because I need to take things in steps.

I pull my face back to look at her. “Am I your friend?”

“No.”

Taking her wrists with one hand, I use the other to move hair from her face, resting it as a collar on her throat. Her pulse is rapid against my palm, her pupils dilating more with each passing second. There’s a thrill in watching my fingers flex around her throat, a thrill I never knew existed.

I lean down and kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip and then slipping my tongue into her mouth. Stacey chases my lips as I try to pull back, and her wrists get free; she shoves both hands into my hair and deepens the kiss. Tasting her, feeling her beneath me, even smelling her perfume has me parting her legs with my knee and settling properly between them.

I don’t freeze as I feel my dick against her – or as she wraps her legs around my waist and locks her ankles.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” I reply into her mouth, our tongues tangling, lips moving, heads tilting. My hips absently roll into her, and we both gasp.

I do it again.And again.Fuck. And again.

She’s tugging at my hair as I grab her thigh, keeping the slow rhythm while kissing her. “I want to touch you. Can I touch you?”

She nods, her lips parted, pupils fully blown.

I shift onto my side, bringing her mouth back to mine as my fingers slowly travel from her cheek, across her jawline, down the expanse of her throat, and stopping on her right shoulder blade.

“I shouldn’t have broken into the studio,” I say as I trail over her breast, her hard nipple.No fucking bra.

“I’m glad you did,” she breathes, swiping her tongue against my bottom lip and taking it between her teeth as I tease along the waistband of her pants. “I’m also glad you fell asleep.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.” I stop breathing as she lowers her hand and grabs my dick. “I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

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