Page 146 of Major Love

“The part where you said you were thinking of moving to Phoenix Falls.”

She nods her head, her long lashes fluttering, and I rub my palms up her back, holding her tighter.

“I meant it,” she whispers. “I’m thinking about not going back to Nashville.”

“You don’t have to rush into any decisions,” I murmur, “but I fucking love the sound of that.”

And she smiles shyly before reaching upwards, and I instantly dip down to meet her lips, kissing her gently.

I groan quietly as she strokes my pecs, my shirt shoved all the way up to the bottom of my throat, and I pull away with a rough sound so that I can rip it off and toss it toward the dresser.

And then I’m hauling her body back up against my bare skin, kissing her hard and hungrily as I run my hands all over her dress.

“How do I take this off, baby?” I rumble, my fingers clumsy as I search for a fastening. Not sure if I’m looking for a button, a zipper, or if it’s just the kind of dress that you have to rip clean off.

“There’s no fastening,” she whispers back to me, and my head spins because, yeah, guess that means that it’s the kind you have to rip.

I rub one of the straps between my fingers, frowning because I might accidentally tear this thing in two, but then Sunday’s delicate hands envelop mine and I hold her eyes as she shows me how to do it.

We move slowly, rolling down the straps, until we’re easing them off her shoulders, and then I’m working the bodice down with it, my heart beating faster as more of her body becomes exposed.

Once I’ve rolled the dress over her hips it falls away into a puddle of satin, and then I’m dragging my rough palms up her thighs, chest pumping hard as I look up at her.

“You looked beautiful tonight,” I murmur gruffly, before leaning in to press a kiss over the lace of her panties. Baby blue panties that match her bra and the dress discarded around her ankles.

“Thank you,” she whispers breathlessly, making me smirk as I heave myself to my feet, and then she’s laughing nervously as we start kissing again, her fingertips scorching a trail down my lower abdomen.

I run my hands around the backs of her shoulders, massaging her gently as I start slowly stroking her tongue with mine, and then they’re travelling lower, down to her behind, and squeezing possessively when we start grinding.

Sunday whimpers quietly and arches her neck back, keeping her arms around my shoulders as I suck her throat, and then I’m thrusting faster as she pants against me, grunting roughly as I grip her close.

“You drive me crazy,” I rumble against her, kissing my way up her cheeks until I’m towering over her.

And then I’m pushing her soft curls back from her face, heart clenching tight at the way that she’s smiling shyly up at me. Like she has no idea how crazy she gets me, and she’s just as grateful about this as I am.

“How crazy?” she teases, and I chuckle quietly before gently spinning her, holding her back flush against my chest as I envelop her hips with my hands and make us sway.

“Crazy enough to start grinding on you like this when we’re out in public,” I murmur, thinking about the start of our night when we got lost in each other on the dancefloor.

I keep one hand wrapped over her hip and move the other one to take her chin, turning her face toward mine so that I can lean down and kiss her lips.

She reaches back with one of her arms, dragging me down so that I’m closer, and then I’m eating her up with unrestrained hunger, my hardened cock letting her know exactly what I want.

And from the way that she whimpers against me, she wants the exact same thing, too.

I squeeze my palm around her throat, kissing her deeper as one of her hands covers mine, and then she’s pushing my palm down from its position on her hip until it’s sliding beneath the lace of her panties.

“Fuck,” I rasp gruffly, my large fingers brushing against her heat, and then my mouth is back on hers, kissing hard and no longer in control.

I groan into her mouth as she tries to work my belt free, but with her back against my chest the position makes it almost impossible.

So I pull away from her mouth and tear off her bra with a growl, tossing the shredded lace onto the floor as I grip her waist and shove her up onto the bed.

She crawls forward on her hands and knees, making the thick ridge in my pants throb, and I unleash the tongue of the belt from the buckle as she finally settles herself near the pillows, turning over so that I can see the soft curves of her chest.

I kick off my pants, underwear, and socks, not tearing my eyes away from her as I open the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, knowing that I’ll be able to find the large box of condoms by feel in less than a second.

But as I pull out the box something else catches on the tips of my digits, and the metallic scrape against the drawer captures Sunday’s attention, making her lean forward and peek inside.

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