Page 148 of Curvy Girl Summer

Letting both hands move down his defined chest over his rippled abs, I swallowed hard. When I reached his belt buckle, his lips parted, but he didn’t speak.

The desire I felt for him was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care that I had a date waiting on me. I didn’t care about the consequences of getting caught. I only cared about dulling the ache between my thighs.

His hands gripped my hips and then moved to my waist, up my torso, and then detoured to my breasts. His fingers found my rock-hard nipples, and my breathing became more ragged.

“Yes,” I murmured as he pinched and tweaked my nipples through the lace.

“Why are you so fucking stubborn?” he uttered, bringing his face close to mine.

“Ahmad,” I moaned as his mouth trailed across my jawline, down my neck, and then against my ear.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he warned, his voice hoarse.

My body trembled with want, and I held on to his belt tighter so I didn’t tip over. “Like what?”

“Like you don’t want me to stop.” He kissed his way back to my lips and covered my mouth with his.

“I don’t,” I breathed almost inaudibly.

“What did you say?” he wondered as he slid the straps of my bodysuit from my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” I was nearly panting.

“Whatever you want me to do.” He broke the kiss as my heavy breasts became exposed. “Whatever you need me to do.” He looked down at my chest and then back into my eyes. “Whatever you ask me to do.”

My stomach flipped. His words bypassed my ears and went directly to the apex of my thighs.

I had to get out of there.

Before I could make a move, his mouth covered mine again and my knees damn near buckled.

Spurred on by the combination of attraction and alcohol, my inhibitions were low and my desire was high. I was running on pure adrenaline and carnal lust. I was so lost in his kiss and in the way he toyed with my body, I didn’t realize I’d unhooked his belt. It wasn’t until I pulled on his zipper that I realized what I was doing.

“Aaliyah,” he groaned softly.

The sound he made as he said my name made my toes curl.

I slipped my hand into his jeans and over the prominent bulge in his underwear. The moment my hand grazed the cotton fabric, his entire body tensed.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he froze. His hands stilled on my body. “Aaliyah…”

I responded by stroking him as best I could through his boxer briefs.

He groaned, bringing his forehead to mine and dropping one of his hands to my ass cheek. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk,” I murmured before pushing my lips up to meet his. I continued stroking him inside his pants. “We’ve talked enough.”

Without a word, he removed my hand from his pants and then grabbed my hips. His eyes bored into me with such an intensity that I didn’t know what was coming next. He started walking forward, his body pressed against mine, moving me until my back hit the door.

I gasped, but I didn’t truly feel the collision.

I was too far gone to feel anything.

I was lost in his eyes.

I was lost in my desire.

I was lost in the moment.

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