Page 12 of The Way We Collide

Moving his lips to my cheek, he speaks in my ear. “You’re a good kisser.”

“You are too…” I whisper, blinking my eyes open slowly.

Releasing me, he takes a slight step back to remove his shirt, and my jaw drops. I carefully place my hand on the top of his chest, moving it to his rounded shoulder.

Lines of ink trace down his right arm, but I don’t have time to study him.

“Now your turn.”

“Oh…” Fear tightens my stomach, and I hate it. I hate the voices in my head.

Turning, I go to the bedroom, where two lamps shine from the side tables. A round switch is on the wall, and I reach out to turn it off, plunging us into darkness.

“Whoa,” he laughs. “Let me see if I can fix that.”

Standing at the foot of the bed, I watch his shadowy form go to the side of the bed and turn one of the lamps on again. It’s still too much light, and I look down at my dress.

“I’d rather them off.” My voice is quiet.

A confused smile lifts the side of his mouth. “But then I can’t see you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I shrug. “I’m more comfortable that way. You’re less able to see our… differences.”

Leaving the light on, he returns to where I stand, and I hate my embarrassment. Reaching for my chin, he forces my eyes to meet his.

“I like our differences.” Stepping closer, he leans down to speak in my ear. “I’d even say, I love our differences.”

Large hands circle my body, shifting my long hair over my shoulder. He presses warm lips against the top of my bare shoulder, sliding his hands to the zipper of my dress.

The top falls to my waist, leaving me in only my strapless bra. My breasts aren’t as big as my butt, but I’m not flat-chested by any means.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” His voice is husky, and I can’t help a laugh.

“No one has ever said that to me.”

His eyes snap to mine, and he seems truly annoyed. “Are you serious?”

I shrug. “It’s true.”

“It’s not true. You’re a bombshell…” He leans down to kiss my cheek, lifting his hands to cup my breasts over my bra.

His thumbs circle my hardening nipples, and I sigh. “Is that so?”

“A classic beauty.” His lips move lower, and he nibbles my top lip. “These sexy lips… Can’t you feel what you’re doing to me?”

He pulls me close, and I feel his erection against my stomach, and I tease with a line from an old movie. “Is that a wrench in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

“I’m very happy.” He leans down to kiss the side of my neck, and heat flutters my stomach. “Very happy… Now get on that bed and let me taste your pussy.”

My back archesoff the bed as the orgasm rockets through my body. Hendrix has my thighs over his shoulders, and my legs jerk and shake as another deep moan rises from my throat. “Oh, God… Oh, God…”

“Keep calling me that.” Hendrix turns his face, his beard scuffing my sensitive skin right before he bites my inner thigh, making me squeal again. “It’s great for my ego.”

I start to laugh. The orgasm swirls through my veins, and my insides hum with pleasure. He rises onto his knees again, his lips slick with my come, looking down at me with his erection in his hand.

“I’ve never come so many times…” I gasp, sliding my hand over the butterflies still fluttering in my pelvis. “In a row.”

“We’re just getting started, beautiful.” Leaning across me to where his pants are on the side of the bed, he fishes his wallet out of the pocket.

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