Page 14 of Crazy Stupid Sex

His fingertips drifted lightly down her neck, and he wrapped his hand around her throat. Firm and gentle all at once.

“Are you trying to scare me?” she asked, trembling, but not from fear. It was so hot she thought she was going to die.

“No. Am I?”

“No. Not at all. I’m…I’m so turned on I can’t breathe.”

“Good,” he said. “That’s what I was going for.”

Then his hand was back in her hair, her arms freed, his thumb and forefinger still on her chin. He pulled her head back, and kissed her lips, her mouth open to him as he delved deep.

He pulled away. “What do you have under your dress?”

“What?”

“Panties? No panties?”

She thought about the red lace thong she’d put on earlier. She’d dressed for success, as one of the tips to land a man had suggested. Feel sexy all over and you’ll look sexy all over. Or something.

She lifted the hem of her dress. “These.”

He looked down at the lace, framing the V at the apex of her thighs more than they concealed it. “I like them. A lot. But I think right now they have to go.”

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the underwear and drew them slowly down her legs, his body following the motion until he was on his knees in front of her.

“Got any sex tips for me while I’m down here?” he asked, leaning in, his breath hot on her.

Oh…jeez.A total stranger was eye level with the most intimate part of her. And she was more excited than embarrassed, which was epic in its amazingness.

“I’ll get back to you. I can’t reach my cell phone right now. And I can’t think, either.”

“I think I can improvise.” He leaned in, parting her gently with his fingers and flicking his tongue over her clit.

She put her hands flat on the wall behind her, curling her nails against the smooth plaster as he slid his tongue over her slick flesh.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his tone demanding. And she had no reason to disobey.

He cupped her butt, blunt fingertips pressing into her skin as he licked her, sucked her, his tongue sliding deep inside her.

She laced her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Using him to keep her from melting into a puddle.

He tugged her hard against his mouth as he continued to assault her with pleasure. She was so close…so close.

Then he moved his hand, slid his fingers between her thighs and slipped one finger deep inside her. The penetration combined with his tongue’s expert movements pushed her over the edge.

She was dizzy. Her blood pounding through her, her head fuzzy.

Then he was kissing her. She could taste herself on him. Her desire, her loss of control, coating his lips, turning her on all over again. A reminder of what he had done for her.

As if she needed a reminder when her body was still on fire.

“We’ll make it to the bed later,” he said, tugging his shirt over his head, revealing toned, defined muscles she’d rarely seen outside of a magazine. She lived in Southern California and still, bodies as fine as his were hard to come by.

“Okay,” she said, sure she sounded a little bit dim but not really caring.

“I need you,” he growled, kissing her hard while he worked to free himself from his pants. “Now.”

He shoved her dress up to her stomach and hooked her thigh up over his hip. “Shit.”

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