Page 100 of Almost Love

“Say that again,” he mumbled, eyes dropping to her mouth.

“I missed you, Oakley.”

The minute the words were out, he was kissing her. He pinned her against the door, nudging her lips apart and plunging his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and gripped the waistband of his shorts, her tongue battling with his for control. One of his hands cupped her jaw as the kiss deepened, their hips pressed against each other.

Clementine broke the kiss to suck in a sharp breath and asked, “How do you feel about fucking me tonight?”

CHAPTER 27

He was so consumed by the feel of her in his arms that he thought he misheard Clementine’s question. When he focused on her, she was watching him with her lip between her teeth. They might have decided to take their time, but Oakley was ready for the next step with her a while ago.

Searching her eyes, he whispered, “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything.”

His chest expanded with the breath he took, giving his heart enough room to flail around. Yes, she wanted to fuck him. But that wasn’t the thing that got him excited—Clementine had left her friend’s weddingfor him. All the disappointment about not being invited as her date faded away because this was way better. There were so many things left unsaid between them, but he had to admit that actions often spoke louder than words. The bonus was coming home to find her waiting for him in that dress; she looked like she stepped out of a dream.

Oakley dug into his pocket for his keys as she wrapped her arms around him. He smiled at the look in her eyes and their lips met as he reached around her delicious body to unlock the door. With one arm at her waist, he pushed it open and guided her inside. The kiss deepened as he pressed her against thesurface. If it wasn’t for the sound of Gracie’s nails on the wood floor and a whimper that followed, he would have devoured Clementine right there. But he pulled back, taking her things as she dropped to a squat. He set everything aside and smiled as Gracie stretched up to sniff and nuzzle Clementine. Then she trotted over and licked his ankle before leaving them, comforted that her human was home and he was okay.

As she straightened up, Oakley guided Clementine back against the door, their lips meeting again. Her hands slid over his stomach and chest, brushing against his shoulders before she was yanking his cap off. Then she sucked on his tongue, pulling him closer. He’d been hard the minute he saw her, but the more she touched and teased him, he felt his willpower weaken.

“Take me to bed, Oakley,” she mumbled between kisses.

“When I’m ready.”

He stepped away, breathing heavily as he finally took a good look at her. The dress clung to her soft body, the green stunning against her light brown skin. Her heaving breasts were taking up so much of his attention, they were practically spilling over the top with each breath. He was jealous of everyone who got to see her this way before he did as his eyes moved all over her. When he finally looked up at her face, Clementine was watching him, her beautiful pink lips tipped up in a horny smile.

“You’re really here,” he whispered, still trying to process the reality of his situation.

She toed off her sneakers. “Are you going to do something about it?”

He growled at her tone and pressed against her, one hand sliding under the thick curtain of her hair and cupped her head. He used his other hand to hitch up her dress, but frowned when he encountered another layer. “What the…”

“Shapewear,” she said through soft laughter and started to push him aside, but he swatted her hands away.

He dropped to his knees, dick throbbing, but ignored it so he could focus on the task before him. She gathered her dress, lifting it higher and Oakley smoothed his hands over the skin-toned nylon thing that was blocking him from his favorite place. He gripped the waistband of the damn thing and tugged, grunting when he met some resistance. She stayed against the door laughing, but he would not be deterred. He was going to taste his woman and he was going to fuck her, because she so politely asked him to do that.

“How the hell do I get you out of this?”

“Roll it down.”

Despite her amusement at his struggle, he did what she said. After much pulling and grunting, he managed to slide the thing past her stomach, over her hips and down her thighs. When her lace thong came into view, he pressed his mouth against the material. Her hips jerked slightly, but he didn’t let up. He kissed and nipped at her through the lace as he slid the offensive contraption down her legs.

Her fingers threaded in his hair and Oakley tugged on the lace with his teeth, tempted to rip it off her. Instead, he stood up, bringing his mouth back to hers. He slid a hand down her stomach, fingers edging past the lace to cup her pussy. The warm heat of her made him groan as she sucked on his top lip. When he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, Clementine’s hand slid into his shorts and past his underwear to wrap around his aching cock.

“Just like that,fuck,” he rasped into the kiss.

She squeezed him in response and he gritted his teeth, dragging his middle finger through her slit. She wriggled against him, but neither of them let go. The kiss turned messy, tongues fighting for control and mouths not lining up. That didn’t stop them either. She stroked him hard, her hand moving from root to tip and back swiftly and Oakley was sure that if she kept thatup, he would come right there. Not one to be left behind, even though his hand was shaking, he used two fingers to push into her pussy and grunted when she clenched around him.

“I don’t…want to…” she gasped between words, rocking against his hand, all the while attempting to keep stroking him, ”come like this.”

He pumped his fingers inside her, lips dragging down her cheek and to her ear. “How do you want to come, melor?”

She tugged on his cock and he dropped his head to her shoulder, stars bursting behind his eyelids. His fingers twisted inside her pussy and she cried out, walls clamping around him.

“Not yet,” she groaned and he relented, sliding his fingers out of her. She released him at the same time and they stayed like that, pressed together, as they worked on regulating their breathing.

“Are you okay?”

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