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Her smile, genuine personality, her body—it’s all been like a live wire slowly burning closer to the dynamite. An explosion is coming.
I want to protect her, hold her, kiss her—have her in any way she’ll see fit.
I run a finger along her jaw, my gaze never leaving hers.
“I lost my temper. Let that bastard?—”
“None of that is your fault. It’s natural to react that way when you find a snake in your garden. You hear me?”
“This whole morning has been…” she wipes at her tear-stained cheeks.
“Life throws us lemons. You know what that means?”
“You make lemonade. Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard that since I was a kid.”
“No, that’s not it. You throw those bitches back and keep on your path.” I chuckle at the stunned look on her face.
“Touché, Mr. Grisham, touché.”
I cup her jaw, my thumb running along her pink cheek.
She chooses that moment to push up on her tiptoes, so I dip my head. The kiss starts slowly, my mouth claiming hers; hers claiming mine. Our tongues teasing as we open to let the other in.
My hands go to her ass, and I grip the globes, lifting her up on the counter. I need to be closer, to touch her, feel her against me. She rubs herself against my cock; I groan, moving to tangle her hair around my fingers. I give her a gentle tug, her head falls back slightly as my lips move along her jawline, then down her neck, nipping at the apex of her shoulder.
If she wants to tease, I am the master at returning the favor.
I know I’ve hit that elusive spot that every woman has on their neck when she gasps. Oh yeah. I am going to make sure she feels nothing but pleasure. I’ll not rest until she is coming apart in my arms. Watching as she comes around my cock, crying out my name; it is a goal I will master.
My erection is pressing so hard against my jeans that it is painful. I want—need—her in every way, but only if she wants the same. If there is one thing Tony Grisham taught me, it’s that she has to always be a willing participant in love making.
I’ve learned from my parents what real love looks like and for her, I’ll take my time, making sure she is ready for all of me.
I want her to enjoy falling apart under me.
I want all of her; to touch and taste every inch of her beautiful, lean body.
“Ian…” she groans.
“Hmm?” I run my tongue along the spot I’ve just marked. The slightly pink skin is shining now. That color looks good on her pale skin. Her cheeks, her neck, chest, plunging down into the depths of her top are reddened with the heat of want.
“Please…”
I scoop her off the counter and walk us to the closest room with a door and a lock. The laundry room has built-in cabinets, a long counter for folding clothes which is the perfect height for me to be able to take her. I can watch as she rides my cock and comes for me.
I grab a comforter from the top of the washer and toss it on the counter. Quickly, I unfold it long ways, so she has a soft, warm surface under her soon-to-be naked ass.
I sit her on the counter, my mouth once again claiming hers. Then I pull back, my gaze on her flushed face.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” There is no hesitation in her words or her eyes.
Again, my mouth claims hers. The kiss grows in intensity as I work to get her pants and panties off. The skin-tight leggings show off every part of her long, lean legs. My fingers tease along her skin as I pull away from her mouth. She kicks her shoes off as I get to her feet. The fabric drops into a pile.
Her shirt is next. The red sports bra she wears pushes her tits together, and I can’t control myself. I cupp them through the fabric, smiling when her nipples harden under my touch.
The sports bra comes off, and I find myself drooling at her body on full display for me.
