Page 27 of The Love Playbook

She gives me a cheeky grin and a half shrug. “Different kind of beauty. It’s not a competition.”

She moves closer to me, shuffling forward on her knees. “Come all the way on the bed.” She pats the spot in front of her pillows. “Sit here.”

I move where she directs me, my back propped against the wall, and then she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. My hands go to her sides automatically, and she smiles at me as she settles onto my thighs. “There.” She sounds quite pleased with herself. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I agree quietly. Having Autumn in my lap is more than nice, but I’m not sure what to do next. What she wants me to do, what I want to do, what the expected thing to do … I don’t know any of that.

“Relax,” she whispers, her hands framing my face again as she presses a kiss to my lips. Quick, soft, feather-light kisses, one after another.

Until finally, I skim my hand up her back and hold her head in place so I can kiss her for real.

She makes a satisfied sound into my mouth, her lips pulling like she’s fighting a smile, but then I increase the intensity of our kiss, and her arms slide around my neck. She presses her body against mine, sliding forward until she’s grinding on my dick again, andgodthat feels amazing.

I want … more. I’m not even sure exactly what that means—well, I mean, I guess I do, except I know I don’t want to actually have sex. Well, that’s not entirely accurate either. I do.Holy fuck, I definitely do. I just don’t want to take on the risks that go with that.

The thought of getting Autumn pregnant makes my heart race and sweat bead along my skin.

“Shh,” she murmurs, pulling back from the kiss. “There’s no need to panic.”

How can she tell I’m panicking?

Her hands slide over my shoulders, willing me to relax.

Right. My shoulders are hitched up to my ears. That’s probably a tell.

What she’s doing is working. My shoulders drop, my breath comes easier, and when she kisses me again, I can get out of my head and enjoy it.

As we kiss, her hands leave my torso, and I can tell she’s doing something, but I’m not sure what.

She drops something off to the side, and then the soft swells of her tits press against my chest. And I am in heaven.

I skate my hands up and down the bare skin of her back, relishing the sensation of being skin to skin with someone like this for the first time ever.

It’s even better than I could’ve imagined. She’s so soft, so smooth, so perfect.

I break the kiss and use my fingers to tilt her head back, peppering kisses down the line of her neck. She responds by arching, leaning back to present me with her chest.

“So beautiful,” I whisper, tracing my fingers along the tops of her boobs, down the valley of her sternum, free from the fabric that blocked my way before, then around the bottom, lifting them, feeling their slight weight in my palms, brushing my thumbs over her pink nipples.

She hums in pleasure, so I do it again, circling them, glancing at her face to check in and see how she likes it.

Her eyes are languid slits as she watches me, her lips curling slightly at the edges. “You’re doing great,” she whispers, reaching out a hand to run it through the hair at the nape of my neck.

Dipping my head, I bring one of her nipples to my mouth. She gasps, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, and her fingers tighten in my hair.

I take that as encouragement, sucking on her nipple and circling it with my pointed tongue.

“Harder,” she murmurs.

My eyebrows wing up in surprise, but if she wants more, who am I to tell her no?

I suck harder, deeper, increasing the pressure of my tongue. She presses her chest into my face, clutching my head, like she can’t get enough.

Maybe … giving in to instinct, I set the edge of my teeth against the base of her nipple, increasing the pressure slowly until she reacts with another sound of satisfied pleasure.

I switch to the other side, giving it the same treatment, and when I eventually pull back, her chest and cheeks are flushed. She uses my hair to pull my head back and kiss me on the mouth, hard and fast.

Then she’s moving away from me, back down my legs. When I let out a sound of protest, she gives me that sexy smile, and her hands go to my waist.

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