She knew she should stop, because if it wasn’t a dream, it was Hue kissing her. Wouldn’t kissing him ruin his friendship with her brother or something? Wasn’t this off-limits?
As the kiss intensified, she stopped caring about her brother and let herself be thoroughly swept away by his friend. Sitting up, she couldn’t get enough of the man. It was suddenly as if his kisses were needed to keep her alive. His hand ran down her bare back, exposed by her movement. When her hands slid out of his hair and down his chest, he groaned as she bunched his shirt in her fists, keeping him close.
Needing more of him, she tugged the shirt over his head, their lips parting for the first time. His eyes held hers as she tossed his shirt on the floor. It was only then, when he wasn’t kissing her, that doubts flooded her mind.
“Don’t stop.” Her breath was ragged as she begged.
“There is no way I’m going to stop.” His eyes broke from hers and dipped down her body. It was then she realized the blankets had all fallen, and he was looking at her bare breasts. Finally, someone else could enjoy them.
Grinning widely, he cupped them, and his rough thumbs grazed across her nipples, making her moan and push them further into his hands. He took the hint and placed hot, wet kisses down her neck and across her chest until he was circling her nipple with his tongue. She bit her lip at the pure, breathtaking bliss of the sensations it was causing, but she couldn’t hold back a second moan as he took the entire nipple into his mouth. Pregnancy hormones were the best.
Unable to look away, she watched his mouth on her breast, which made the sensations pound through her even harder, hotter. Making her wetter and wetter. When he slid across to the other breast, her arms that were holding her up gave out, and she was flat on her back.
His mouth left her nipple with a pop as he asked, “You, okay?”
“No.” She breathed out the word, and when he started to pull away, she grabbed him, “I am so far from okay I can’t even see it from here.”
His low chuckle was followed by his hand sliding down over her stomach. Her breath hitched at his actions and her inability to stop him because she didn’t want him touching her stomach. Any place else was just perfect. But he didn’t stop, nor did he pull away.
His rough hand continued down over her hips and kept going. As his hand moved, he groaned. “Are you completely naked, Mandy?”
Shifting, she whispered, “Yes,” as his hand finally slid through her wet folds. If she could think at all, she would be embarrassed by how wet she was.
His mouth took her nipple back as his fingers easily found her clit, making her gasp at the pure bliss of the feelings. With his fingers and tongue working their magic on her body, she let go of any thought she might have had and focused on Hue’s touch.
A deft thumb was circling her clit with just the right pressure. Moaning in appreciation, she lost any control she once had when he eased a finger into her. Before long, he added a second, causing her body to start to shake uncontrollably. She knew she was about to come.
He must have sensed it also because his mouth left the breast he had been lavishing his attention on, and he looked up into her eyes. She had been watching his mouth on her breast, letting the image of Hue’s lips on her skin make her even hotter. A lazy smile was all she saw until an orgasm sent her over the edge, and her vision dimmed. Moaning and shaking her head, Mandy let sensation after sensation wash over her in waves.
Moments later, she lay sated while she watched him stand, slide out of his jeans and underwear, and climb back into bed with her, finally as naked as she was. Watching him reveal muscle after muscle was better than any of the hundreds of dreams she had had about him lately. Far better. Even his massive erection exceeded her dreams.
Before he got back into bed, he looked her over slowly. Her immediate reaction was to pull the covers that had slid away over her body. To cover it. Except he had already seen it all, touched it all. And he was still there, still wanting more.
“God, you’re beautiful, Mandy.” His voice was husky. This time, they were skin to skin as he pressed himself to her.
Blushing at his words, she couldn’t say anything as he kissed her cheek and chest, knowing they were probably bright red. His hands ran over her thighs and hips in reverence.
“Do you have protection?” he paused in his kissing to ask. “I didn’t think I needed any today.”
“Fuck.” She groaned and fell back onto her back. It had been months since she’d needed condoms and never in her apartment since she’d moved. “I don’t. But it’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, you can’t…” She couldn’t finish, hating to bring up that he was shooting blanks.
“Are you sure? I mean, I know I can’t get you pregnant, but there are other things condoms are used for.” He leaned over her as he spoke, and he was blushing as bad as she usually did.
Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she explained, “I am clean. I can show you on my phone, I have the information—”
His laughing stopped her by pulling her hand back to him as he said, “I’m fine with your words. Only you would be able to produce a report. It’s the doctor in you.”
“I’m not a doctor; it’s just that my records are on my phone,” she argued.
“If you’re not a doctor, and I am not a doctor, why are we both naked?”
“We’re not at the clinic.”
He looked around the room and back at her. “How about that. Not the clinic. Just the doctor naked in her bed.”
“Nurse practitioner,” she corrected, running a hand over his chest and flat stomach, feeling his muscles contract at her touch.
He hissed in a breath. “Whatever, the important part is you’re naked and sexy as hell.”