Page 97 of Another Fox Bites the Dust

She’s already in the living room, shrugging out of her coat and tossing it on the chair. “Did you get condoms?”

I fight a smile. “Yeah, I put them in—”

“Good.” She jumps on me.

My notebook and pencil clatter to the floor and I grip her waist as she straddles my hips.

“Sorry,” she says, in between kisses, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

“I’m not sorry.”

“I need you,” she says, her mouth moving down to my neck.

I groan, already hard and straining for her. Need isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for her. I’m not sure one exists that could encompass it.

She leans back, resting on my knees, grabs the bottom of her shirt, and draws it over her head. I help her toss it to the side and then I reach for her bra, undoing the clasp in the back. She tugs the straps off and it joins the rest of her clothes on the floor.

I take in the view of her bare breasts, her flushed face, her eyes drowsy with desire, and I swallow hard, trying to calm the swell of arousal hurtling through my body.

She tips forward and I cup one of her breasts, barely brushing it with my lips, rubbing my mouth over it with delicate movements.

She groans, the sound better than the strains of my favorite song. “Luke.” Her hips swivel against me, seeking release. “Please tell me you have a condom in your pocket or something.”

I remove my mouth from her body reluctantly. “You’re in luck.” I shift my hips and she lifts up slightly. I reach into my pocket and pull it out.

“You really are a genius.” She grabs it out of my hand. “Now take off your pants.”

A startled laugh huffs out of me. “Whatever you say.” With a little bit of fumbling, we manage to shove my pants down, and she yanks my T-shirt up and off.

Her leggings hit the floor next to my clothes along with her panties.

Then she’s sliding the condom on me, her gentle hands inciting a fresh riot of lust pounding through me.

She straddles me again, positioning herself over my covered length, and I watch her movements, fascinated, enthralled, and so turned on I think I’ve died and gone straight to heaven. “Luke.”

My eyes fly to hers as she sinks down on me, sheathing me inside her in one smooth movement.

Shit.

For a minute neither of us moves, gazes locked. My breath catches in my lungs, complex sensations wrenching their way through my heart. I’m inside her, and yet it’s not close enough.

Air hisses out of my mouth at the blissful sensation. I grab her head and pull her in to kiss her beautiful mouth before biting gently at the curve of her jaw and then pulling on the tender, sensitive skin of her neck with lips and teeth.

Her hips move, riding me, chasing her pleasure, and I move back to her mouth, our tongues brushing, seeking, and tasting.

When she pulls back for air, arching her back, her breasts are right in front of my face.

Perfection.

I return my attention to her nipples, offering gentle sucks and nips.

She throws her head back on a moan. “Luke, it’s too much. I need more.”

“If it’s too much, wouldn’t you need less?” I ask against her hot skin.

She grips my head. “Semantics.”

I pull my head back to look up at her. “If you can spout words like semantics, I am clearly doing something wrong.”

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