Page 76 of I Knead You Tonight

“Can I touch you?”

“Are you serious, Winston? If you don’t touch me, I’m about to start touching myself.”

“I’m confused. Is that a threat?” I drag my lips to her ear. “I’ve heard you touch yourself before, Drew, and I’dloveto watch it.”

Her breaths stutter. “You h-heard that?”

I nod. “I was on the other side of the door, doing the exact same thing.”

“Were you really?”

“Yes.”

“Shit,” she mutters. “I think I just came.”

“You didn’t, but I can make it happen.”

I slide my hands under her shirt, and she moans again.

“See? Aren’t you glad I turned the dryer on?”

“I’ll be glad when you actually make good on your promises.”

Inching my hands up her body, I cup her breasts.

“If this is your idea of how to make me come, you’re going the wrong way.”

I cough out a laugh, pulling down the cups of her bra and rubbing my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Her whole body tightens, and she presses her chest out, seeking more contact.

“You’re so bossy when you’re horny.”

“Just when I’m horny?”

“Fair enough.”

I take her mouth again, kissing her until she’s writhing against me.

I kiss down her chin, her neck, over her collarbones until I’m at her breasts and close my mouth over her nipple, sucking it in.

She arches her back, clutching my shoulders tightly when I bite lightly.

“Fucking hell.”

I grin and continue my assault on her tits until she’s basically dry-humping me.

When I pull away, I can’t tell if she’s going to beg me to stay or murder me.

I grab her chin, pressing a fast kiss to her lips. “Undo your jeans.”

She follows my instructions without breaking eye contact.

I don’t break it either.

Not when I trace my fingers down her body.

Not when I slip my hand into her panties.

Not when my fingers slide between her wet, hot folds, finding her clit and rubbing gentle circles.

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