Page 60 of Be My Compass

Let my hands roam her the way I would if this weren’t pretend.

Just a little lower.

Below her hips.

Grip.

Fasten.

Show her how my tongue would part her lips just as my hands would part her thighs. Slide in. Thrust.

She gasps.

I feel it in my bones. My heart. My soul.

And it pleases me.

I’m diving into something deep, dark and dangerous.

The tide yanks me under.

I’m drowning. Falling.

I’m dying.

I’m alive.

Craving.

More.

All of it.

All of her.

My hands on her skin. No fabric between us.

My mouth on her chest. On her body.

Hell.

Yes.

Her hands slide over my shoulders. Against my chest. My abs.

She makes a line down to my pants.

So close. So close.

Sweeps her slender palms back up to my neck.

Teasing.

Bad girl.

I kiss her harder. Feel her get up on her knees so she can push me back against the wall.

My head hits the wood.

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