AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He laid a hand on the back of her head and smoothed down her glossy hair with his palm. “We really should leave, if we’re going to get you that drink you want.” Little wisps of her hair blew about in front of his nose as he spoke. They tickled, but he wasn’t going to move until she did.
“I don’t think I want a drink to celebrate.”
Lips touched his hairline. He didn’t think he was imagining them.
The tip of a tongue also touched his hairline.
Nope. He didn’t imagine that.
Not that his imagination wasn’t good enough to imagine Marsie kissing him, but he’d generally stuck to the basics of a guy fantasy when he’d thought about it.
Her lips and the barest bit of her tongue on his neck were way more erotic than anything he had fantasized about.
“Oh, yeah?” He wasn’t going to make a move until he heard her be explicit about what she wanted.
He had been an idiot, thinking that he didn’t want Marsie. And he’d pushed all feelings of desire he had for her away for months because she hadn’t met some standard that he couldn’t even define for himself.
But he wasn’t so stupid that he was going to let one night ruin a great friendship. One-night stands were great, but not if they wrecked something else.
“Yeah,” she said, warm breath brushing against skin. She shifted, her breasts rubbing against his shirt. He was semi-erect now, and the way she moved against his work pants was both slightly uncomfortable and absolutely arousing.
“What do you want?” he asked, though the hands moving down his back to grip his butt gave him a fair idea. Not only wasn’t he imagining this, but she wasn’t being shy.
Of course not. Marsie is never shy.
“Well, for starters, I’ve been eyeing your butt since I met you.” His skin was still damp where her tongue had been, and a waft of her breath over the spot sent shivers down his spine.
“Are you going to do anything about it?” They were still in each other’s arms. She’d kissed his skin. He’d kissed her hair. She’d touched his butt. Still, nothing they couldn’t back away from tonight and laugh about tomorrow morning.
“Right now, I’m enjoying the hardness of your muscles under my hand.” Her nails dug in when she squeezed, and he pushed forward against her, wanting inside her.
Not yet. This is her celebration.
She froze. Then she pulled away from him a fraction of an inch. “Unless all you want is a drink.”
He pulled away, too. She was looking at him. She was of a height that he could look her right in the eyes. If they had a bed, she could lay toe-to-toe with him buried deep inside her, and they’d still be able to gaze into each other’s eyes.
It was a fucking erotic thought.
“I want you,” he said. “But I don’t want to make a mistake.”
“No mistake.” At first, the touch of her lips on his was light. Hesitant. Maybe still a little uncertain. Then he moaned, and she took advantage of his open mouth to deepen the kiss. Her tongue swept into his mouth and he met it full on.
She tasted like chocolate and coffee. Like heaven. Like all strength and unexpected sweetness. Everything he’d ever thought she would taste like.
No way he was going to hold back now.
Their hands tangled as they each reached for the waistband of the other. Each impatient tug she made on his shirt made him smile against her lips.
“What are you laughing about?” she asked, their lips still touching.
“You. Here I am trying to be gentle as I unbutton your blouse, and you’re about to rip my good shirt.” He didn’t have the energy to even fake being upset; he was too busy trying not to pop a button on her blouse, which probably cost as much his clothing head to toe, including his work boots.
“I’m tempted to rip it and roar.” Her smile only got wider as she finally got under his shirt. “Do you know how excited I am?”
He pressed his cock against her. “You can probably feel how excited I am.”
They both heaved a sigh of relief when he got the last of her buttons undone and shoved her blouse open. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Her skin was creamy, with one small mole under the band of her gray bra. Her breasts seemed to spill over the cups, but that was probably because she was breathing as heavily as he was. He was about to bust out of the zipper of his pants, metal be damned.
