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Authors: Elley Arden
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her chin and her lips could touch his throat. The thought caused pleasant chills to trip along her body until she ached enough to test the limits of her sanity, tilting her face to his neck, setting her nose to his throat. But she stopped there. Even though the darkness dulled her inhibitions, the thought of her mouth on his body had her body scared stiff. Besides, any minute now he’d wake and stop the insanity.
She waited for reason.
Instead, he strummed the flesh at her waist, each swipe of his fingertips pushing her closer to the edge. With her heartbeat echoing in her ears, she breathed him in and out, one minute cursing her weakness, the next wondering if it would be so awful to steal one kiss. Probably. It would screw her up royally, that was for sure. But wasn’t she already screwed?
His hand smoothed over the dip in her waist, back and forth, bunching her dress, until he rode the curve of her hip. She shuddered, surrendering to the ache in her core. Less than an inch, and her lips were on his throat, brushing over his Adam’s apple, skimming the scratchy arch beneath his chin. She was definitely going to rot in hell, but what was an eternity of flame compared to the unbearable heat of this?
He gripped her hip and pulled her closer, close enough for her to feel his erection. Guilt over their predicament and the way she was taking advantage of him warred with the want burning her soul until she was too confused to care.
Screw it.
She’d always been a loose cannon where Justin Mitchell was concerned. Why should this time be different? Sure, this particular situation sucked extra hard, but wasn’t the mass of SUCKINESS even more of a reason to get something pleasurable out of all the pain?
Yes. Yes it was.
And so she kissed him.
For the longest time, Alice’s lips didn’t move. They simply pressed against his as she breathed in his quickening exhales. But then he startled her by kissing back, opening his mouth and tangling his tongue with hers until she couldn’t feel anything but her body freefalling into unbelievable bliss.
Too bad he was sleeping. Too bad he’d wake soon. Too bad …
His hand skimmed the outline of her body until it found her breast.
Alice sucked quick breaths when he slowed the kiss to suck on her bottom lip. Was he awake? She started to open one eye, but thought better of it, mostly because his thumb was strumming her tightened nipple through the cover of her clothing, and she’d be damned if she did anything to come between that hand and her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut and savored.
Slipping her tongue over his lips, she rocked her pelvis against him, and when he groaned, she smiled. He had to be awake. She hoped he was awake. The idea that he might not know who was giving him pleasure cooled her off a bit, but the reprieve from the heat didn’t last long. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled hard enough to wake every nerve ending, raining pricks of pleasure all the way to her toes.
More kisses. More desperate gropes. Her dress bunched around her waist. Her panties slanted across her hips. Surely he was awake now. She should say something. Make sure. She moaned instead.
Justin said nothing in return, did nothing to make her think he was any more or less aware than he was a moment ago. With one hand beneath her dress and inside her bra, he continued to tweak and tease, coaxing rapid breaths. With the other hand, he gripped her head, positioning her for kiss after soul-melting kiss.
If he wasn’t awake, he was one hell of a sleeper.
Did it matter? No. Alice was going to do this. After years of dreaming about it, she was going to have sex with Justin Mitchell, because girls like her rarely lived their fantasies. She molded herself to him, while distant waves crashed against the shore. Tomorrow she’d worry. But not now, not when Justin’s tongue traced the outline of her lips. Tonight she’d enjoy.
• • •
Justin was going to do this. He was going to
She waited for reason.
Instead, he strummed the flesh at her waist, each swipe of his fingertips pushing her closer to the edge. With her heartbeat echoing in her ears, she breathed him in and out, one minute cursing her weakness, the next wondering if it would be so awful to steal one kiss. Probably. It would screw her up royally, that was for sure. But wasn’t she already screwed?
His hand smoothed over the dip in her waist, back and forth, bunching her dress, until he rode the curve of her hip. She shuddered, surrendering to the ache in her core. Less than an inch, and her lips were on his throat, brushing over his Adam’s apple, skimming the scratchy arch beneath his chin. She was definitely going to rot in hell, but what was an eternity of flame compared to the unbearable heat of this?
He gripped her hip and pulled her closer, close enough for her to feel his erection. Guilt over their predicament and the way she was taking advantage of him warred with the want burning her soul until she was too confused to care.
Screw it.
She’d always been a loose cannon where Justin Mitchell was concerned. Why should this time be different? Sure, this particular situation sucked extra hard, but wasn’t the mass of SUCKINESS even more of a reason to get something pleasurable out of all the pain?
Yes. Yes it was.
And so she kissed him.
For the longest time, Alice’s lips didn’t move. They simply pressed against his as she breathed in his quickening exhales. But then he startled her by kissing back, opening his mouth and tangling his tongue with hers until she couldn’t feel anything but her body freefalling into unbelievable bliss.
Too bad he was sleeping. Too bad he’d wake soon. Too bad …
His hand skimmed the outline of her body until it found her breast.
Alice sucked quick breaths when he slowed the kiss to suck on her bottom lip. Was he awake? She started to open one eye, but thought better of it, mostly because his thumb was strumming her tightened nipple through the cover of her clothing, and she’d be damned if she did anything to come between that hand and her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut and savored.
Slipping her tongue over his lips, she rocked her pelvis against him, and when he groaned, she smiled. He had to be awake. She hoped he was awake. The idea that he might not know who was giving him pleasure cooled her off a bit, but the reprieve from the heat didn’t last long. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled hard enough to wake every nerve ending, raining pricks of pleasure all the way to her toes.
More kisses. More desperate gropes. Her dress bunched around her waist. Her panties slanted across her hips. Surely he was awake now. She should say something. Make sure. She moaned instead.
Justin said nothing in return, did nothing to make her think he was any more or less aware than he was a moment ago. With one hand beneath her dress and inside her bra, he continued to tweak and tease, coaxing rapid breaths. With the other hand, he gripped her head, positioning her for kiss after soul-melting kiss.
If he wasn’t awake, he was one hell of a sleeper.
Did it matter? No. Alice was going to do this. After years of dreaming about it, she was going to have sex with Justin Mitchell, because girls like her rarely lived their fantasies. She molded herself to him, while distant waves crashed against the shore. Tomorrow she’d worry. But not now, not when Justin’s tongue traced the outline of her lips. Tonight she’d enjoy.
• • •
Justin was going to do this. He was going to
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