“What is it?”
Carefully, slowly, he ran his thumb along her delicate collarbone, her skin satiny smooth.
“You’re very beautiful,” he whispered, “and very sweet and if I’d been at that bar tonight I wouldn’t have let you out of my sight.”
She said nothing, but her lush mouth opened, almost of its own volition. A surprised little oh, and he wanted nothing more than to fill it with his own tongue.
When he leaned in to kiss her, he started out light, afraid she’d stop him. Afraid she wouldn’t. And the taste of her, coffee flavored from the brew she lived on but with her own special taste as well, inspired him to further boldness. He wrapped his hand around the curve of her neck and pulled her full into the kiss.
She moaned, kissing him back, sparking a surge of excitement through his whole body, her tongue touching his, her hand drifting around to his back, rubbing lightly. His cock snapped to full aching attention and he gripped her hips to pull her in to the circle of his arms, intending to pick her up and set her on the sink, to open her legs.
She turned her face away from the kiss and let out a shaky laugh. “Wait. Hold on.”
He laughed too, though, fuck, he did not feel like laughing. “Ah, sorry. I guess I was going too fast.”
“When I said I wasn’t good with guys”—she sounded breathless—“I didn’t mean you had to make me feel better about that, too. Come on, you already did your duty with the dance.”
He let out an exasperated sigh and his hands slid to her rounded ass and held her against him, his cock jamming into her, so she couldn’t miss the evidence. “Feel that? You can’t seriously doubt how sexy you are, Liv. I’m not trying to make you feel better.”
She wiggled a little, as if verifying his undeniable desire, and he groaned at the shot of pleasure that went through him, his balls tightening.
“Well, I am trying to make you feel better,” he amended, “but I’m trying to make myself feel better too. Jesus….”
“But still, I’m not sure we should, ah,”—her voice was whispery but she didn’t pull away—“get carried away since it would, ah, be awkward around here afterward.”
“You’re right. I quit.” It was a stupid thing to say. He hadn’t found what he was looking for yet. He still needed this cover.
But at that very second, he didn’t care.
Slipping his hand underneath the thin shirt she wore, along the warm skin of her stomach and farther up, he closed his palm over her soft, full breast and squeezed, watching her lashes drift down, and she let out a sexy little cry and arched into him.
“You like that, don’t you? I like it too.”
He shoved his thigh between her legs and took her lips again, plunging his tongue into her mouth, like he wanted to plunge his cock inside her right now. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, the feel of her. Groping behind them, he lifted her up to perch on the counter and she went with a startled little gasp as he pulled her shirt up and brought his mouth to one pink-tipped breast, closing over it while her fingers flitted through his hair. Licking, nipping, sucking, her flesh was sweet and warm and he touched her all over, down the sides of her thighs, her rounded ass. His cock throbbing, he found his way beneath the drawstring, rubbing the silky skin of her lower abdomen with the heel of his palm, lower, lower until he felt damp curls and pulled back to smile at her.
“Look at you,” he said softly.
His middle finger circled her clit lightly, where she was engorged and wet, and she gasped as he increased the pressure, her eyes drifting closed, teeth biting the side of her lip, prompting his tongue to flick out to the spot, soothing as he pleasured her below, taking in her soft sighs.
“Mmm, how nice and ready you are for me, Liv.”
He slipped a finger into her, hot heaven, and swirled around, as she gripped it with small, tight internal muscles, bracing her palms behind her. She moved her hips, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit as he slid his finger in and out, two fingers now, deeper, again and again.
“Come on,” he urged in her ear and her hips moved faster.
“I don’t… It’s not so easy for me to…”
“Shhh.” He nipped her earlobe and her head fell back as with a flush of triumph, he felt her shudder against him, coming.
Her lips were swollen with his kisses and she was panting. But then so was he.
And he wanted more.
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Liv strained against Jon’s clever fingers, his sure touch as he looked down at her, blue eyes blazing. Her whole body seemed to tremble as she floated down from the high of her orgasm. He petted her slowly, lightly before he pulled his hand out from her pants and deliberately licked his fingers, never breaking eye contact. She thought she would faint with the intensity of it as she sagged back against the wall behind the counter.