Page 56 of Judge Me Not

"What are you doing?" I nervously laugh.

He kisses me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Between kisses, he says, "Getting us out of this room. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to do all the things I've been dying to do to you out here when we have company."

Is this really going to happen?

What is he going to do to me?

He deepens his kiss, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, sliding my hand into his hair. We get in the bedroom, he shuts the door, and turns me so my back is against it.

His lips travel to my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh God," I whimper, my sex pushing against his growing erection. "You feel so good."

He grunts. "I'm going to make you feel really good."

"Yeah?" I breathe.

He sucks on my pulse.

"Oh God." I moan.

Did it feel this electric before?

He pulls my top over my head and groans.

I forgot about my bra, which pretty much covers my nipples, and that's it. The material is thin and delicate.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He mumbles and slides his tongue between the lace and my skin, over my nipple.

Heat consumes every inch of my flesh. "Holy shit... I...oh..." I grind my body against his erection. "Pants...off...oh..."

Did I just say that out loud?

He softly chuckles, spins me, and sets me on the bed. His long fingers curl under my waistband, and he removes my pants in one swift motion.

He stands at the end of the bed, chest heaving, eyes flaring with blue heat. "You're going shopping more often."

I bite my smile.

He slithers up my legs, kissing my inner leg from my ankle, then lingering on my thigh.

Sweat pops out on my skin. I slide my hands in his hair and widen my legs.

He slides a finger under my panties, stroking my slit.

I moan. It's loud, uncontrollable, and desperate for him to give me more.

He arches an arrogant eyebrow and puts his mouth over my barely there panties. His hot breath penetrates, and he gently bites me.

I lurch up, and he splays his hand on my stomach, then starts eating me through my panties.

"Holy...oh...ohhhhhh!"

His hand reaches for my bra, yanking it off with a quick motion, then plays with my nipple with his thumb before pinching it.

Zings race through my body, buzzing, vibrating, bringing me back to life.

His mouth tugs on the delicate lace, ripping it. Then his tongue ferociously flicks, sending me higher and higher until I'm gripping his hair and screaming.

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