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stared at me and once again, I soaked up the lust for me spilling from her gaze. I couldn¡¯t
wait to make her shriek later in bed. Somehow, I knew once I was inside her I wouldn¡¯t
mind her voice so much.
¡°God, you¡¯re sooo ho¡ª¡± she started.
Fucking shut up, I thought, and pressed my lips against hers, finally breaking the
building tension. My grip around her wrists tightened as I tasted her lips, which were
thankfully soft, with a hint of rum and pineapple juice. Underneath my coarse hands, her
skin was soft too, and my hand below her shirt slid from her ribcage to the outside of her
bra. When she moaned, my tongue deepened and the thirst for her grew. Taking half a
step back, I dropped her wrist and ripped my hand out from under her shirt, my jaw
clenched tight.
Confusion replaced the lust in her eyes, but I dropped my gaze to the V-neck of her
white shirt that had been threatening to fall since she first entered the Tavern. Hungrily, I
growled, ¡°I¡¯ve been wanting to do this all night,¡± stretching the fabric over her huge
breasts.
¡°Oh god, yes,¡± she murmured quietly, arching her back toward me as I devoured her
exposed chest. Nodding, almost in approval, I grabbed her waist, and leaned my mouth
back to hers. Goosebumps around her navel grew under my hand when I bit her lip. Every
reaction her body made to my touch drove me wilder. My free hand was sliding up her
thigh, my jeans were growing tighter, she was groaning louder, and I knew I needed to
take it to the next level.
¡°Come on,¡± I said as I pulled my mouth away, replacing it with my hand, as if a part of
me had to be touching her at all times. ¡°Let¡¯s go to my bed.¡±
She nodded and I walked to the attic entrance. I reached my arm above my head to
grab the hanging string and I noticed that in her flushed and dazed stupor, when my shirt
slid up my abs, she still focused enough to take a quick peek.
I let her go up the stairs first because they were so steep, if she happened to fall, I
could catch her. As she walked above me, her short denim skirt that was pulled high up
her waist revealed she was wearing a matching black thong. I was practically salivating,
excited to release this frustration.
