Page 46 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

“You want to use your momentum to carry the ball, so you take steps and then release the ball when you get to the start of the lane.”

He demonstrates the way he’s been bowling all night. It looks so easy when he does it, but whenever I try, I have to stop as soon as I get to the end of the lane in order to throw my ball.

“Just let it happen,” AJ suggests when he sees me struggle. “Don’t think about it too much. Step, then throw.”

I take a deep breath and do exactly what AJ does every time. I step forward until I reach the slick, oily surface of the lane. This time, I ignore every impulse of my body to stop before I throw. I force myself to follow through.

The ball travels down the lane okay at first, but it ends up in the gutter once again.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“It’s your release,” AJ explains, coming up behind me. He hands me my ball and sidles up behind me.

He uses his right hand to guide my ball, instructing me when to release. I try to focus on the lesson, but it’s impossible with his crotch pressed up against my ass.

The outline of his bulge is prominent against my bottom. I sway my hips back and forth against it.

AJ growls in my ear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just enjoying the proximity.”

“Is that so?” he asks, pulling me tighter against him. “How much are you enjoying it?”

Too much, I think. This is what Nicole was talking about earlier. My plan was to avoid a situation like this. It would’ve been easier if we had left the house.

“Don’t fight it, Amber.”

AJ kisses my neck, nibbling gently at the skin. I hope he doesn’t leave a mark! That would be embarrassing to explain at work tomorrow.

His arms wrap around my front, his hands finding my chest. He squeezes my bra-and-shirt-clad breasts. My breathing comes out fast and heavy. AJ is barely touching me, yet my body’s reaction is intense.

Without warning, AJ spins me around so that I’m facing him. I crane my neck to meet his eyes. When I do, I find the same heat in his that I have in mine.

AJ bends down to kiss me. It’s nothing like the sweet kisses we shared earlier. AJ knows exactly what he wants.

Me.

It’s a new feeling, having someone be so totally consumed with me. In the past, sex was just something to do. It was over quickly, and I rarely felt anything afterward.

I’ve only been with AJ once, but it was different than my past experiences. I wanted more; I still want more.

“I want you,” I admit aloud during a brief pause in our make-out session.

“Good,” AJ replies before he kisses me again.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, dancing with mine.

I nibble on AJ’s bottom lip, making him moan. It’s magical, knowing I can turn him on as much as he’s turning me on.

AJ knows the layout of his basement much better than I do. When he starts to walk backward, I follow, unable to stand for our lips to be apart longer than it takes to breathe.

We end up on a couch I hadn’t noticed earlier. AJ sits down first and pulls me on top of him, my legs straddling his. This will be a lot more comfortable than the bench by the bowling lane.

I grind my jean-covered pussy against his erection as we kiss. Each pass elicits a moan from both of us. Our breathing is heavy, and our hands search each other’s bodies for something to grab hold of. AJ opts for my hips. I run my fingers through his short, dark hair, my nails gently scratching his scalp.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” AJ groans.

He moves his attention from my lips to my neck. He seems to love the spot just below my ear. I love that spot, too. I didn’t know how sensitive my neck was until AJ showed me.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

AJ laughs against my neck. “I want you so bad, Amber.”

“Then take me.”

He meets my eyes, studying them. “I was going to take it slow.”

“Screw slow,” I say, once again grinding against his hard member.

I may have had the same thought, but that was before. I’m too turned on to stop now.

AJ laughs again. “Well, if the lady wants fast…”

He doesn’t waste any time flipping me onto the couch. He hovers above me, kissing my lips, my neck, and the curves of my breasts peeking out from the low neckline of my shirt.

“I want this off,” he announces. “All of it.”

I pull my shirt over my head, but I can’t get to my jeans with AJ on top of me. He takes the hint and slowly unbuttons them, sliding them down my legs. He leaves a trail of heat where he skims his fingers against my skin.

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