hairline. "I know you don't have a plan." His voice was nothing but a whisper that seemed to be raked over a bed of coals before escaping. "But if you've figured one out that has you leaving anytime soon, we need to stop here."
Nope. Leaving wasn’t anywhere in her near future. He was a pool and she happily drowned. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. His stomach was hot and hard on her hands and he sucked in a quick breath as she dipped her fingers in his jeans. She traced the inside of his pants around his stomach from hip to hip, then back to the center and popped open the button. "I'm good right here."
His shoulders were thick, and his chest was broad. His arms were sculpted and shaped as he reached around her and pulled her in. Dark hair spread across his chest and dipped down into the waist of his pants. She lifted on her toes and pressed her mouth to his.
Smoking hot flames couldn't touch the heat of him against her. Time apart may make the heart grow fonder, but halt a few hours of kissing action and her libido jolted into high gear. She was more sure of this than ever. Not just because of the firm ridge of his length against her lower belly. Or because of his hard chest against hers, with her rear-end cupped in his big, squeezing hands.
There was that supportive and helpful stuff he did, too. Like when he used his arms to work that broom. Or when he built something for her.
Whew, it was getting hotter in here and she had on too many clothes. Panties, a bra, and a long sleeve shirt was far too much for the drumming race of her heartbeat. His thumbs hooked into the band of her undies, and he read her mind as he pushed them down. The scrap of fabric fell against her thighs and she kicked them off to the side. The gripping hold of his bare hands on her naked rear pulled a stuttering gasp out of her throat. The part of her thighs were heavy and aching while he took his time tracing the under curves of her back end. His fingers were somehow long enough to dip between her thighs and stroke the tender part of her opening.
Epic levels of too hot with too many clothes. She pushed off his chest to get some needed space to get this shirt off.
A gasping breath of air pulled in his chest as he turned around and rested his hands on the dresser. "I'm sorry."
Sorry for not undressing her fast enough? Not a problem. She worked the row of buttons down, getting two open before she grabbed the end of the over-sized shirt and just ripped it off instead. Task taken care of. "Don't be."
He breathed again. "Just give me a minute and I can take you home."
What? No. She gripped his forearm. "Patrick?"
His head was down, eyes closed. "It's okay. This was fast. We can slow it down if you're uncomfortable. I'd rather you push me away and stop this than do something you don't want."
Oh, no. She'd leave over her dead body. "Look at me."
He angled his head toward her and his eyes widened. She reached back and unclipped the two hooks of her bra and let it drop to the floor to lay with her panties.
She brought her hands up to rest on her naked hips. "Do I look uncomfortable and ready to leave?"
In the blink of an eye, she was in his arms again. He grabbed her and pushed her back until her thighs hit the mattress and she sat. The teasing, opened-fly of his jeans was inches from her lips. She kissed his flat belly right above the zipper and he hissed. His abs tightened against her mouth and she left a row of kisses along the waist of his jeans.
He twisted and flexed as she licked above his hip. He shifted his weight from one leg to another. A moan that sounded like it came from deep in his chest hummed out. She was already about at her wit's end, but that noise ended her teasing. She pressed her palm to the front of him and ran her hand up his hard length.
The shake that went over him had her dropping her touch back down him and up once again. He pushed her to the flat of her back and was over her with his mouth hungry on
Nope. Leaving wasn’t anywhere in her near future. He was a pool and she happily drowned. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. His stomach was hot and hard on her hands and he sucked in a quick breath as she dipped her fingers in his jeans. She traced the inside of his pants around his stomach from hip to hip, then back to the center and popped open the button. "I'm good right here."
His shoulders were thick, and his chest was broad. His arms were sculpted and shaped as he reached around her and pulled her in. Dark hair spread across his chest and dipped down into the waist of his pants. She lifted on her toes and pressed her mouth to his.
Smoking hot flames couldn't touch the heat of him against her. Time apart may make the heart grow fonder, but halt a few hours of kissing action and her libido jolted into high gear. She was more sure of this than ever. Not just because of the firm ridge of his length against her lower belly. Or because of his hard chest against hers, with her rear-end cupped in his big, squeezing hands.
There was that supportive and helpful stuff he did, too. Like when he used his arms to work that broom. Or when he built something for her.
Whew, it was getting hotter in here and she had on too many clothes. Panties, a bra, and a long sleeve shirt was far too much for the drumming race of her heartbeat. His thumbs hooked into the band of her undies, and he read her mind as he pushed them down. The scrap of fabric fell against her thighs and she kicked them off to the side. The gripping hold of his bare hands on her naked rear pulled a stuttering gasp out of her throat. The part of her thighs were heavy and aching while he took his time tracing the under curves of her back end. His fingers were somehow long enough to dip between her thighs and stroke the tender part of her opening.
Epic levels of too hot with too many clothes. She pushed off his chest to get some needed space to get this shirt off.
A gasping breath of air pulled in his chest as he turned around and rested his hands on the dresser. "I'm sorry."
Sorry for not undressing her fast enough? Not a problem. She worked the row of buttons down, getting two open before she grabbed the end of the over-sized shirt and just ripped it off instead. Task taken care of. "Don't be."
He breathed again. "Just give me a minute and I can take you home."
What? No. She gripped his forearm. "Patrick?"
His head was down, eyes closed. "It's okay. This was fast. We can slow it down if you're uncomfortable. I'd rather you push me away and stop this than do something you don't want."
Oh, no. She'd leave over her dead body. "Look at me."
He angled his head toward her and his eyes widened. She reached back and unclipped the two hooks of her bra and let it drop to the floor to lay with her panties.
She brought her hands up to rest on her naked hips. "Do I look uncomfortable and ready to leave?"
In the blink of an eye, she was in his arms again. He grabbed her and pushed her back until her thighs hit the mattress and she sat. The teasing, opened-fly of his jeans was inches from her lips. She kissed his flat belly right above the zipper and he hissed. His abs tightened against her mouth and she left a row of kisses along the waist of his jeans.
He twisted and flexed as she licked above his hip. He shifted his weight from one leg to another. A moan that sounded like it came from deep in his chest hummed out. She was already about at her wit's end, but that noise ended her teasing. She pressed her palm to the front of him and ran her hand up his hard length.
The shake that went over him had her dropping her touch back down him and up once again. He pushed her to the flat of her back and was over her with his mouth hungry on
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