Page 68 of Midnight Secrets

“Where were we?” His mouth hovered millimeters from mine, his warm breath puffing over my face.

In answer, I kissed him.

He backed me into the counter, his hands roving down my sides and back up, caressing me through my sweater, which just wouldn’t do. I needed his hands on my skin.

Grasping the hem of my top, I pulled it up and over my head, only breaking our kiss for an instant. Those long, strong fingers wrapped around my ribcage as I dropped my shirt to the floor.

Pebbles barked, but I ignored her. She’d get tired of being ignored and go settle on her bed, eventually.

My hands went to Ozzie’s chest. I tugged the zipper down on his coat and pushed it off his shoulders. It landed in a heap behind him as I spread my fingers over the soft green and black flannel covering his muscular torso.

Starting at his neck, I pushed buttons through their holes, somehow maintaining the dexterity in my hands as his mouth and wicked tongue tantalized me.

His shirt followed his coat to the floor.

But I still wasn’t at bare skin. He wore a plain, gray t-shirt underneath.

I tunneled my hands beneath the fabric, glorying in the contact. Smooth skin, dusted with crisp hair met my fingers. Muscles jumped beneath my touch.

A soft groan left him. He pulled back and yanked his shirt over his head.

Rather than kiss me again, though, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and peeled them down my legs. My underwear tried to go with them, so I helped them out and pushed them down. They dropped on top of the gathered fabric around my calves and the top of my orthotic boot.

Crouched in front of me, Ozzie splayed his hands over my hipbones. His thumbs ghosted over the apex of my thighs.

A wave of heat washed over me from head to toe. My head fell back as I let out a mewling cry. How did that feel so good? He’d barely touched me.

The pressure increased as he dipped his thumbs into the vee. Moisture flooded my core, and my breath came out on a short pant.

A warm puff of air was my only warning before his tongue darted out to taste me.

“Oh!” With fumbling hands, I gripped the counter as my knees sagged. I tried to spread my feet to give him better access, but my leggings held my ankles together, effectively trapping me where I was.

I eased back and lifted my good leg, trying to free myself.

Ozzie pressed closer, still teasing my center with his mouth. One hand slipped over the inside of my thigh and down my leg. He grabbed a handful of material and pulled, freeing my foot.

But that didn’t mean he gave me control of it. Instead, he lifted my leg, putting it over his shoulder. With his mouth still laving attention on my lady bits, the hand that freed my foot traveled back up my leg to slide over my belly and grasp my breast. When he swirled his hand over my nipple and then gave it a quick pinch, my body erupted.

With a sharp cry, I flew apart, sagging against the cool countertop behind me.

While the echoes of pleasure still moved through me, he stood, leaning over me. “We’re not making it to the bedroom. Not until later.”

Two fingers took over for that wicked, wicked mouth, robbing me of breath.

“Much, much later,” he said, his voice low and gravely as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I gripped his shoulders. “That’s fine.” DearLord, was that high-pitched squeak my voice?

The fingers swirling over my center delved inside my channel and any ability I had to speak fled along with the rest of the air in my lungs.

My eyelids slid shut, and I just let myself feel. Those long fingers continued to create a lovely friction, driving me wild with a slow, steady pace.

It was both torture and the best thing I’d ever felt in my life. No one had ever come close to making me feel the way Ozzie did. And certainly not before we’d ever even done the deed.

Vaguely, the quiet rasp of a zipper and the rustling of denim made it through the fog of lust clouding my mind. Silken steel replaced his fingers, just teasing at my entrance.

Yes!

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