Page 34 of Off Season

“You’re that confident you can make me moan?”

“It’s a guarantee.”

Once we’re outside, she smacks my ass. “Put me down, you gorilla.”

I slowly slide her down the front of my body. I’m already rock hard, and she undoubtedly feels it, not that I care. Fuck, I want her so badly. I don’t know where tostart.

I quickly scan the area. I know her apartment is close by, but if there’s a hotel closer, I’ll book it. Anything to be with this goddess as quickly as possible before she changes her mind.

She leans her body into mine and runs her fingers through my hair before grabbing two fistfuls in the back and tugging them hard. “We haven’t even kissed.” She playfully nibbles on my lower lip. “I can’t fuck you if you’re not a good kisser. House rules. You better kiss me so I can sample the goods. Now.”

I feel like I need to do something grand to impress her. I’ve played this out in my mind a thousand times, ultimately determining that Kam needs a man who likes to take over so she can simply enjoy herself. She’s always got the upper hand in relationships. She decides when and where, but once the decision is made, she needs someone who keeps her on her toes. Someone who gives her unimaginable pleasure. I’m guessing that she likes to give up a little bit of control when it comes to sex. And she toys with people. Maybe she needs to be toyed with a little to get off.

I wrap my arms around her body, lift her, and move us to the brick wall of the building where I place her down and cage her in. Grabbing her wrists, I pin them to the wall on either side of her hips.

Her eyes flutter as she licks her lips in anticipation. I bring my mouth less than an inch from hers. Our collective breath is comingled. Hers is a mixture of mint and the orange from the beer she was drinking.

She leans her mouth toward mine, but I pull back a drop and don’t connect them. Not yet. I slowly pepper soft kisses along her jawline and eventually down her neck and chest. Reaching the top of one of her breasts, I suck hard enough to leave a mark.

She lets out a moan and thrusts her hips forward to meet mine. Moving back to her lips, she moves her headforward, again assuming I’m going to kiss her, but I simply allow our now-ragged breaths to comingle again.

I repeat the same slow, tortuous path down her jawline, neck, and chest, this time leaving a mark on the top of her other breast. All I really want to do is rip her shirt open. It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to. I feel like I’m getting one chance to do this right and I need it to be everything.

She moans, “Cruz. Kiss me. Please.”

She never calls me Cruz. She’s feeling needy. I can’t help but smile as my lips move back up her body until they’re a hairsbreadth from hers.

Releasing her wrists, I grab the side of her face and run my thumb along her lower lip. “I’ve never been around a more incredible woman than you. It’s not just your obvious beauty.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “It’s your talent.” Kiss. “Your charm.” Kiss. “Your wit.” Kiss. “Your big heart.” Kiss.

A look of disbelief flashes over her face. I’m surprised. Kamryn is confident. It’s one of her most attractive qualities. She must know how perfect she is.

She whispers, “You don’t need lines anymore. I told you I’m in.”

I shake my head. “They’re not lines.” I softly kiss the center of her lips this time. “Que,” I kiss them again, “perfecto.”

My tongue traces a line on her lower lip, teasing her just a little longer before my lips finally meet hers. I keep it soft for the first few seconds before deepening it, dying to taste every inch of her.

My tongue prods her lips until it finally meets hers after all this time. I can feel us both physically give in to the sense of relief that feels so damn right. Her taste is intoxicating. Her body fits on mine.

Que.Perfecto.

KAMRYN

Fuck, he can kiss. He has no idea what teasing does for me, and yet he just managed to tease me enough to have me soaking my panties for a damn kiss. A kiss that is likely the best I’ve ever had.

He tastes so good as his soft-yet-demanding lips dominate me in every way possible. His lips and tongue move over mine like he’s truly savoring it. Like if we only kissed right now, he’d be okay with it.

It’s too intimate. I need to change course. Grabbing his ass hard, I pull him to me. I want a dirty kiss not an epic kiss, but the smooth fucker manages to keep it controlled and…and…perfect.

His tongue moves through my mouth with something more than lust. It’s need. It’s desire. It’s too fucking much. I’m not sure my heart has ever pounded so strongly from a simple kiss.

Fuck, I can’t do this.

I shove his chest and the kiss is broken. He tilts his head to the side and gives me a look of concern.

After taking a few labored breaths, I breathe, “You’re good. Now take me home and fuck me hard and dirty.” I stare at him, needing to make my intentions clear. “Onlyhard and dirty.”

Ten minutes later, we’re crashing through my apartment door, tearing each other’s clothes off. We’re kissing, but it’s more frantic and animalistic now.

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