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The addition of chocolate to the kiss just left me drunk on it as his tongue dared and teased mine. When he glided his hand along my side, I didn’t waste time slipping mine under his shirt and skating them up his back.

The slow grind of his erection right against my pussy had me wishing we could get his jeans off. The sleep shorts and panties did nothing to hide how wet I was and still all I could do was gasp into his mouth even as his groans vibrated through his chest to mine. The friction against my nipples had me rubbing against him wanting more. He’d braced his hands to keep from settling his full weight on me and it was all I wanted.

“Frankie,” he whispered, then his delicious weight settled on me and he had a hand under my shirt and over my breast. Back arching, I dug my fingers into his shoulders. He rotated his hips continuing his grinding against me. The roughness of the denim on my thighs and the weight seemed to render the little fabric I had on negligible.

I couldn’t catch my breath because he kept kissing it out of me. He pinched the nipple and everything in me went tight and straining. I wanted…

When he abandoned my mouth to kiss down my throat, the coolness of the air teased against my sides. The tank top had rucked up and he made a beeline for my breasts.

A rush of feelings ran through me as he covered one breast. Glancing up, he studied me before he kissed the other. The hard pull of his mouth on my nipple was too much and not enough.

We needed his clothes off.

And mine.

Clothes…

Dammit.

Another hard pull and he hand moved his hand down to my hip. The lift changed the angle. Every time he ground against me, I started to see stars. “Coop…” I couldn’t string the thoughts together. A pinch against my nipple, so sensitive the little bit of pain pushed me right over and I came. He pressed his mouth against mine when I cried out and clung to him.

Then I wasn’t the only one who was wet.

Panting harshly, he shuddered atop me and buried his face in my hair. “Let me stay tonight,” he whispered. “I can do so much better than that.”

It was hard. Almost impossible. But after Jake and now this… Shivers rippled through me, and I tugged at his hair.

He lifted his head, his lips wet and swollen from kissing and his eyes glazed.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. “So good.”

I couldn’t lie, so did he. But if he stayed… “You have to go home.”

Licking his lips slowly, he nodded. “Can I lay here a little longer?”

Aware of the dampness on his jeans that said he’d come right in his pants, I nodded. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll get off…”

“I think we just did,” I said, even as I held on tight to him. “Don’t go. I like feeling you on me.”

“Yeah?” Curiosity filtered into his glazed eyes.

Waiting until he rested against me fully, I sighed. “Yes.” It was a Coop body blanket, and I didn’t know how much I needed it on top of everything else.

“You’re so beautiful, Frankie,” he told me, brushing his nose gently against mine. This close, there was nowhere to hide. The heat in my face at the compliment had to be beacon.

“Still think you’re the old shoe?” It was the right thing to say because his grin was like the sun coming out. He pressed a kiss to my chin.

“I didn’t say you didn’t like your old shoes. We fit best of all.” He gave a little grind, and it sent another wave of lust crashing into my system. “I think we fit really well.”

I couldn’t dispute that. “You have to go,” I told him. “Now.”

He nodded slowly and then dropped a slow, gentle kiss. “I’m not forgetting this.”

“Oh, God, I hope not,” I laughed. “I know I won’t.”

It was only a little awkward when he rose, the crotch of his jeans noticeably wet and my shirt still up. He made no pretense of how he admired my bared breasts and I was torn between yanking my shirt down or grabbing him.


Tags: Heather Long Untouchable Erotic