Page 147 of Not That Ridiculous

And loving it, frankly.

“Charlie,” he said into my mouth. “Charlie. I want you so much.”

I could tell. He was hard and throbbing against me, rocking into me restlessly.

I cupped his cheeks and pulled back, looking up into his face. His skin was hot and smooth against my palms, his eyes stormy, his body agitated. “You have me,” I said. “It’s all right.” I’d never seen him this wound up.

“It’s not,” he said, and caught my mouth with his. “It’s not.”

He wasn’t rocking into me anymore. Nothing that subtle. He was out and out humping me. He ran a hand down my side and gripped my thigh, then hauled it up and tried to hitch it around his hip. He fidgeted against me a couple of times, snarled with frustration, and took me down to the floor.

“Kevin!” I managed to get out before he dropped on top of me.

Okay.

NowI was pinned.

Still loving it.

I was not, however, loving the desperation rolling off him.

He wedged himself between my thighs, getting a knee between mine and sliding it to one side. He ground against me, flexing his hips.

I whined into his mouth at the friction over my cock.

“Yeah,” he muttered against my lips. “Like that.” He shoved a hand between us and gave me a slow, sensual rub that had my neck arching and my fingers tightening in his hair as I held him to me.

He worked my length through my trousers a couple of times and got us lined up. He continued to roll his hips, as wildly as he was kissing me.

Fuck it. I grabbed at his back, his pumping arse, his sides.

This now.

Talk later.

I had one thigh up around his hip and the other foot on the floor, giving me leverage to flex back into his powerful thrusts, and was just about losing my mind when I heard a polite cough.

I froze.

That wasn’t Kevin.

“Charlie,” Kevin growled. At some point he’d broken away from kissing me—probably so we could both catch our breath—and had got distracted with sucking on my neck instead, nipping and kissing at my skin. He bit lightly then sucked hard.

I moaned.

Someone coughed again, and said, “Knock, knock,” accompanying it with a light rap of knuckles on the counter above where Kevin and I were humping on the floor.

Kevin and I were humping on the floor.

I went cold with horror and turned my head. My gaze landed on a pair of black motorcycle boots, tracked up long, jeans-clad legs, up over a plain navy t-shirt and finally, perhaps inevitably, hit Adam Blake’s amused hazel eyes.

“Hi?” he said with a questioning lilt.

Kevin lifted up to a plank over me before pushing up to his feet in one smooth, rippling move.

“What’s up, Kevin?” Adam said.

Kevin’s boots were planted either side of my hips, snugged in tight to my body and making it impossible for me to turn and get to my hands and knees. I crunched up to sitting instead, and came nose-to-zipper with his groin. His hand landed possessively on my head but he didnotmove backwards and give me room to stand like a normal person would.

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