Page 51 of Hooked
Jeremy had been in their apartment before. He’d spent time there starting back in high school when he and Emmie had hung out. Since Emmie had moved back, he’d come over for movie nights and dinners.
But he’d never been up there alone with Tayla. “I feel like a teenager sneaking around,” he whispered. “This still feels like Betsy’s house.”
Tayla smiled “Emmie’s grandma?”
“Yeah.”
“Well.” She opened the door, and the smell of feminine life surrounded him. It smelled of coffee, beauty products, and something fruity. “It’s not Betsy’s house anymore.”
As soon as she closed the door, Jeremy swung Tayla around and pressed her against it. He gave in to the urge to kiss her. And then some. His lips took hers in a greedy kiss, and his hands ran from the curve of her shoulder, following the smooth line of her back, over the swell of her ass. He pressed and gripped, reveling in the soft, firm flesh. He took two full handfuls and squeezed.
Jeremy released her mouth and pressed his lips to the delicate, fragrant skin of her neck. He didn’t know what perfume she wore and he didn’t care.
“So I guess you’re an ass man.” Tayla’s voice was breathless, and her hands steadied themselves on his shoulders, kneading the muscle.
He smiled against her skin. He left one hand on her ass and ran the other up her hip and side to cup her breast. “Nah, I like it all.”
She shivered when he skimmed his thumb over her nipple. “Jeremy—”
His mouth returned to hers, swallowing her words.
She nudged him back. “My room.”
“You sure?”
“Emmie and I have a firm no-fooling-around-in-common-spaces rule.”
He shrugged and released her. “Fair.”
Tayla took his hand and led him to her room. Jeremy couldn’t keep his hands off her. Her skin was so smooth. She was delicious. Soft flesh and ample curves. He wanted to strip her to the skin and put his mouth on every inch of her.
When the door to her room was closed, it was Tayla’s turn. She pushed him against the door and ran her hands down his chest. “You’re all muscle.”
“I was a skinny kid,” he said. “And the opposite of athletic. Weight lifting was the only thing that kept me from getting picked on.”
“It worked.” She unbuttoned his shirt across his abdomen and slid her hand inside. “Mmm.”
He smiled. “You like?”
Her mischievous smile returned. “Well, I don’t know. I might have to explore more.”
“I love the outdoors, so”—he let out a hard breath when her hand glanced over his erect cock—“I’m a fan of exploration.”
“A big fan?”
“Fairly big.”
Her clever fingers finished unbuttoning his shirt and spread it open only to find his undershirt. “You have way too many clothes.” She began to pull his undershirt up.
“I can always— Ahhh.” He sucked in a breath when her fingers played in the soft hair below his belly button. “I can always take the shirt off, but that does seem a little unfair since you’re still dressed.”
“I don’t want the shirt off.” She inched the undershirt up and pressed a kiss on his chest. “Ever since game night, I’ve had dreams about doing dirty things to you while you’re wearing a bow tie.”
He slapped a hand hard against the door when her teeth scraped over his nipple. “I’m fully in support of all your dreams. Fuck.”
Her fingers went to his belt and she slowly slid them under his waistband.
“Tayla—”
