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Her tongue slipped against mine.
The intensity of our kiss escalated.
I pulled her closer till I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest. It was a staccato symphony that matched my own.
Unable to help myself, my hands explored her silhouette, tracing the shapes and curves with an artist’s precision. My fingers grazed the hem of the shirt, the anticipation in the air was palpable.
She trembled, but I knew it wasn’t fear shaking through that frame.
It was desire.
My hands slipped under the shirt, finding the warmth of her bare skin beneath.
Emily gasped and shivered.
My hand slowly glided up her side and moved towards her breasts.
She leaned back, ending our kiss and panting.
I licked my lips and captured those sensual mounds of softness that my fingers were aching to caress.
The moment my palms cupped her breasts’ fullness, she moaned, and heat shot through me.
Fuck, I want you so bad.
She arched against me, pushing herself further into my grasp. My thumbs brushed over the hard buds at her peaks, stroking them in gentle circles.
Saxophone notes rose in the car. I had no idea if it was a new song or not. All I cared about was touching my mouse more.
But I had to remember all that she went through.
“Should I stop?” I rubbed her nipples some more. “You know that once I start touching your breasts. . .”
To my surprise, she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and inch by inch lifted the hem up, until she had it over her head and off.
“Mmmm.” I placed my hungry gaze on her beautiful body—those full heavy breasts I cupped, the curve of her sides, the slender shoulders, the new little tummy that Emilio had given her, those thick thighs, and that soft warm pussy that sat on top of me.
My beast roared.
My mind went hazy with desire.
My cock hardened.
I leaned my head to the side and yelled at the driver, “Turn the music up, and drive very fucking slow!”
“Yes. . .sir.”
Chapter twenty-two
The Taste of Her
Kazimir
The volume rose as the car slowed down and the engine throbbed and the cityscape outside the darkened windows blurred.
My focus remained on my mouse.
I had no interest in the city passing; all I cared about was the intoxicating woman straddling me in the backseat.
