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arms crossed.
I answer with as straight a face as possible. “Well, I can
do a couple of things. I can get fucked somewhere else, since you obviously don’t want to help me out. Or I’ll just have to jack-off three or four times a
day. I’ll probably get tendonitis in my good wrist, but it’ll be worth it.”
Her exaggerated eye roll is accompanied by a huge sigh. She
tries to push past me toward the door.
Shit. “No. Wait—can we talk this out?”
She steps away. Her back ramrod straight, her arms tight over
those delicious breasts. “Talk what out? I don’t even know if I want to be your
friend, Danny. And do you really want to be my friend, or do you just want to
get laid? Because I’m not that girl. You’ve got your choice of those girls, pick one of them.”
Suddenly, it’s not funny. Nothing is funny.
I’m going to fucking lose her.
I hold up my injured arm. “See this? You know why this
happened, Mo?”
“You’re a moron who put his fist through a plate glass
door?”
“Because I want you so damned bad. Because all I want
is you. I don’t want other girls, Mo. Not now. Fuck—not ever.”
Her eyes close, her chin drops, and she turns her back on
me.
My chest freezes. I step behind her and grasp her hip.
She turns and I slide my arm around her, pulling her to me.
My pulse thumps through every fiber of my being. “Mo?”
Her hands land flat on my pecs, pushing.
But I’m not letting go.
She focuses somewhere over my shoulder. “Danny, you—me—it
just won’t work. I’m sorry.”
I pull her tight against me, whispering in her ear. “Don’t go.
Please.”
Fuck this shit. Playing nice is for nice guys. And I’m
anything but nice.
SIX
I close my eyes. What do I do? As long as he’s touching
me, I’m never going to be able to pull away.
His lips graze my jaw, moving toward my mouth.
Oh, lord. My fingers close on the edges of his open shirt.
His green eyes bore into me, his tone almost angry. “I won’t
give up so easily. You’re not leaving until you know what you’re walking
out on.”
He slides his injured arm around my waist and his good hand
cradles the back of my head as he pulls me closer. His heart hammers against my
chest. Mine answers in kind. His mouth crashes down, his tongue taking full
possession. He tastes of cherries. Sweet and juicy cherries.
My hands move to the smooth skin at his sides, bumping over
the ridges of muscle. His tongue trails a heated path to my neck. When he sucks
at my pulse point, I press my breasts against his hard pecs.
I lean my head back as he plants warm kisses along my
collarbone. His palm slips down my back, cupping my ass cheek in a squeeze that
makes my core throb. Then he’s got his hand under my shirt, sliding up my spine.
When he reaches the place my bra clasp should be, he smoothes a large circle over
the bare skin.
A groan sounds from low in the back of his throat. “I love
No Bra Day.”
He takes hold of my bare breasts, tweaking my beaded nipples
one at a time. Once again his tongue masters mine, slipping in and out, coaxing
me to join in. He nibbles at my bottom lip as he kneads my breast. I push my
tit into his palm as though I can get closer to him.
His erection presses into my belly and the image of it in
his hand comes to the forefront of my mind. I want to touch it so bad my palms
itch. My stomach quivers at the thought. I slide my fingers to his waistband, where
they hover above the denim separating them from their goal. God, if I do this…
As though he can read my thoughts, he deepens our kiss as he
guides my hand to the front of his jeans. I gasp when he flattens my palm over
the huge bulge straining against his zipper. He kisses along my jaw.
He slides his tongue across the shell of my ear and
whispers, “It’s okay. Touch me. I want you to touch.”
Warmth floods through me, sending a stream of liquid to my
entrance. Pressure pulses against my silk panties. With trembling hands I
release his snap
I answer with as straight a face as possible. “Well, I can
do a couple of things. I can get fucked somewhere else, since you obviously don’t want to help me out. Or I’ll just have to jack-off three or four times a
day. I’ll probably get tendonitis in my good wrist, but it’ll be worth it.”
Her exaggerated eye roll is accompanied by a huge sigh. She
tries to push past me toward the door.
Shit. “No. Wait—can we talk this out?”
She steps away. Her back ramrod straight, her arms tight over
those delicious breasts. “Talk what out? I don’t even know if I want to be your
friend, Danny. And do you really want to be my friend, or do you just want to
get laid? Because I’m not that girl. You’ve got your choice of those girls, pick one of them.”
Suddenly, it’s not funny. Nothing is funny.
I’m going to fucking lose her.
I hold up my injured arm. “See this? You know why this
happened, Mo?”
“You’re a moron who put his fist through a plate glass
door?”
“Because I want you so damned bad. Because all I want
is you. I don’t want other girls, Mo. Not now. Fuck—not ever.”
Her eyes close, her chin drops, and she turns her back on
me.
My chest freezes. I step behind her and grasp her hip.
She turns and I slide my arm around her, pulling her to me.
My pulse thumps through every fiber of my being. “Mo?”
Her hands land flat on my pecs, pushing.
But I’m not letting go.
She focuses somewhere over my shoulder. “Danny, you—me—it
just won’t work. I’m sorry.”
I pull her tight against me, whispering in her ear. “Don’t go.
Please.”
Fuck this shit. Playing nice is for nice guys. And I’m
anything but nice.
SIX
I close my eyes. What do I do? As long as he’s touching
me, I’m never going to be able to pull away.
His lips graze my jaw, moving toward my mouth.
Oh, lord. My fingers close on the edges of his open shirt.
His green eyes bore into me, his tone almost angry. “I won’t
give up so easily. You’re not leaving until you know what you’re walking
out on.”
He slides his injured arm around my waist and his good hand
cradles the back of my head as he pulls me closer. His heart hammers against my
chest. Mine answers in kind. His mouth crashes down, his tongue taking full
possession. He tastes of cherries. Sweet and juicy cherries.
My hands move to the smooth skin at his sides, bumping over
the ridges of muscle. His tongue trails a heated path to my neck. When he sucks
at my pulse point, I press my breasts against his hard pecs.
I lean my head back as he plants warm kisses along my
collarbone. His palm slips down my back, cupping my ass cheek in a squeeze that
makes my core throb. Then he’s got his hand under my shirt, sliding up my spine.
When he reaches the place my bra clasp should be, he smoothes a large circle over
the bare skin.
A groan sounds from low in the back of his throat. “I love
No Bra Day.”
He takes hold of my bare breasts, tweaking my beaded nipples
one at a time. Once again his tongue masters mine, slipping in and out, coaxing
me to join in. He nibbles at my bottom lip as he kneads my breast. I push my
tit into his palm as though I can get closer to him.
His erection presses into my belly and the image of it in
his hand comes to the forefront of my mind. I want to touch it so bad my palms
itch. My stomach quivers at the thought. I slide my fingers to his waistband, where
they hover above the denim separating them from their goal. God, if I do this…
As though he can read my thoughts, he deepens our kiss as he
guides my hand to the front of his jeans. I gasp when he flattens my palm over
the huge bulge straining against his zipper. He kisses along my jaw.
He slides his tongue across the shell of my ear and
whispers, “It’s okay. Touch me. I want you to touch.”
Warmth floods through me, sending a stream of liquid to my
entrance. Pressure pulses against my silk panties. With trembling hands I
release his snap
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