Page 119 of Blossoms of the Heart
Time to get a move on it.
I wanted to explore her body,all of it,and indulge on her until I literally went crazy.
She gasped when I started nibbling on the silky smooth skin of her neck. I wanted to start there then make my way down to her delicious breasts.
“Tai.” Her voice sounded strained, but filled with pleasure. I liked that, too. I liked knowing I caused her to sound like that. “Someone could come in,” she giggled, moving out of my grasp.
“I don’t give a shit, Phoebe.” I placed my hand back at her waist and cast my eyes over her tiny frame.
“Akito could come back.” She reached up and touched my jaw, holding her hand there.
“He’s gone to a meeting.” I went back to nibbling her neck.
“Tai, we’re behind a shelf and people can still see us.” She hissed
I turned to look back down to where the desks were. She was right. Anyone that came right in could see us kissing straightaway. But I didn’t want to move.
Where the hell could we go besides my house, or my car?
A hotel?
No, too much work and too obvious. It ruined the mood.
Where could we go?
Damn if it were later, much later as in everyone gone we’d be good to go.
“This is gonna happen.” I assured her. “By my watch we should be on at least round three by now. As in just today.”
She laughed. “We can’t do anything here.”
I picked up the hem of her top and ran my fingers against the silky fabric. “You wore this to torture me didn’t you,” I teased.
Her bright blue eyes widened and she smiled. “These are my normal clothes.”
“Well your clothes torture me.” I lifted the top and exposed her smooth, flat stomach. I wanted to see the belly button bar. Last time she had a bar that had two blue stones. Today’s bar had two pink stones that contrasted well with the soft bronze color of her skin. Super sexy.
“Jesus, Phoebe. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my hands off you? Slow’s over. ”
That hungry look up close made it damn hard to think of anything else but feasting on her naked body.
She didn’t protest when I walked my fingers up to her breasts. The bra she wore must have been thin because she felt like she wasn’t wearing anything.
A tiny moan escaped her lips when I squeezed her breast and ran my fingers over the firm surface of her tight nipples.
An idea came to me on where we could go. There was too much I wanted to do to her. Definitely not for viewing, and I needed her now.
“Come.” I took her hand and led her away.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere we can be alone.” I looked back at her and saw that she wanted me, too, just as much as I wanted her.
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Phoebe
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