Page 33 of The Hookup
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he asked, surprised. She hadn’t batted an eyelid.
“I get it. I understand. I don’t have time for romance either, so you don’t have to wor—”
He kissed her again, not letting her finish. Kissed her more passionately, this time, his mouth hard against hers, his body pressed just as hard against her. She moaned against his mouth, the lusty sound a signal to his animal instincts.
He needed to fuck her.
She wasn’t so different from him, and she didn’t seem to be looking for any ties. Nothing permanent. Thiscouldwork. It could be a one off encounter, maybe more, depending on how tonight played out.
When he pulled away, her lips were wet and swollen, her mouth slightly open.
“Freakin’ hell,” she gasped. “I haven’t been kissed like that in a while. You can kiss me all night long, if you’re going to kiss me like that.”
“I want to do more than just kiss you,” he rasped, turning her around, so that her bottom sunk into him again, and her back was against his chest.
She giggled. He slid his hand under her skirt and shoved it into her panties, surprising her with his speed. She gasped when his fingers sank into her silky wetness.
Fuck.She was soaking wet.
“You’re ready for me,” he husked, sliding a finger in, and then another. She jerked against him. “Oh, yes,” she cried out, as he rubbed her clit. She bit out another dirty groan. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Please…” she huffed out, almost falling back against him.
“Please what?” His fingers stilled.
“Please fuck me.”
“If you insist.” He moved his hand away and bent her over the table, intoxicated by her arousal.
“This is a new one, even for me,” she giggled, when he lifted her skirt up and bunched it around her waist. His raging boner stripped his mind of all rational thought, and he stopped to admire the sight before him. And to catch his breath.
A strip of a black thong separated her butt cheeks.
“Shit,” he groaned, his hard-on intensifying as his hands skated over her satin-soft bare cheeks. Blood roared in his ears.
“You’ve seen all of me,” she murmured, resting on her forearms as she turned her face to the side, not fully able to look at him.
“And it’s a beautiful sight,” he growled, appreciatively.
“It’s not fair.”
“Are you complaining?” he asked, leaning over her and bending down so that his mouth was inches from her lips.
“I’m not complaining at all,” she said. He planted another kiss on her lips because it was impossible to get that close and not kiss her. “You know what I want,” she said, when he pulled away. “It’s the same thing you want.”
“What’s that?” he asked, unzipping his pants, and freeing himself from his boxers.
“To have you inside me.”
She was going to be the death of him. He was already on the verge of getting blue balls if he didn’t fuck her soon. He pulled down her thong, and admired the view.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take this into the bedroom?” she asked.
No way. The bedroom implied intimacy and comfort, and he much preferred this. Fast and dirty. “You said this was a first for you. Are you uncomfortable? I can get you a cushion.” He’d seen a few on her couches.
