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her hand, yanking her into his arms. She grunted a little at the impact before laughing, the rich sound filling him with a sense of peace. God, he loved her laugh.
“Hi,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Studying her features, he let his fingertips linger over the curve of her ear until her expression grew serious. When her gaze shifted to his mouth, a haze of anticipation clouding her eyes, he leaned forward, savoring each inch along the way as he grew closer and closer.
The first brush of lips was gentle. But that was all it took for hunger to claw at his belly. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, rubbing his hands sinuously along her back and down over her butt. She moaned as he squeezed the flesh in his hands.
Trailing his lips down, he placed a bite against her jaw, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her to feel the force of his passion. Moving lower, he sucked on the flesh on her neck. Her scent was stronger here and he breathed deeply, pulling it in. Against his lips, her pulse raged. He ran his tongue over the beat, pulling her closer as a shiver raced through her.
“I’ve got some wine waiting in the kitchen,” he said, moving them in that direction but unwilling to let her go. Her curves slid against him as they danced backward, his leg slipping between hers as they walked.
“Wine, huh? You don’t have to get me drunk, you know. I’m pretty much a guarantee. Especially if you keep rubbing against me like that,” she joked, a glint of laughter in her eyes.
“Like this?” He thrust his hips forward. His thigh between her legs rubbed against her core, dragging her skirt up. Her head fell backward at the friction, baring her throat to his gaze. Feasting on the creamy expanse with his eyes, he couldn’t resist leaning in and sucking on the hollow of her throat.
Her nails pierced into his shoulders. No, not nails, claws. Drawing forth such primal need in her surprised him. But as he felt one long leg circle his hips, he knew she was beyond control. He ran his hands down to her ass again, lifting upward until her other leg joined the first around his waist. All thoughts of dinner drifted away as he slammed her against the wall behind them.
Control was overrated anyway.
* * * *
Misty’s back hit the wall, the impact propelling her into Cody. Grabbing his hair, she pulled until his mouth pressed against hers, his lips demanding hers open to allow his tongue to thrust inside. She moaned as it captured hers. He took no prisoners.
Using her legs around his waist, she pulled him tighter against her core. She wanted him so badly. Every thought in her head centered on rolling around naked with him.
On a gasp, she pulled her lips away. Undeterred, he trailed his lips across her cheek and took her earlobe between his teeth.
“The bedroom,” she managed.
Her back left the wall as he carried her the few remaining feet to his open bedroom door. Without wasting any time, he dropped her onto the bed before plunging back in. Heat flooded her as his lips caressed hers, opening them so his tongue could sweep inside. Her dress chaffed against her hardened nipples. She wanted his hands on her, right there.
As if reading her thoughts, his hands reached up to stroke her nipples through the dress. She arched into his touch, rubbing her crotch against his jeans as the sensations rioted inside her. He thrust against her, making her imagine him inside her, moving at the same frantic pace. Leaning back, she tried to unbutton his shirt, needing to run her hands over his skin, but her fingers fumbled until she groaned in frustration against his mouth.
After a minute, he leaned up and pushed her hands away, freeing himself from the shirt. Taking advantage of the moment, Misty unwound her legs and kneeled on the bed. Staring him straight in the eye, she drew the dress over her head, wanting to see his eyes when she revealed herself. Under the dress, she had on a lacy black thong with a
“Hi,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Studying her features, he let his fingertips linger over the curve of her ear until her expression grew serious. When her gaze shifted to his mouth, a haze of anticipation clouding her eyes, he leaned forward, savoring each inch along the way as he grew closer and closer.
The first brush of lips was gentle. But that was all it took for hunger to claw at his belly. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, rubbing his hands sinuously along her back and down over her butt. She moaned as he squeezed the flesh in his hands.
Trailing his lips down, he placed a bite against her jaw, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her to feel the force of his passion. Moving lower, he sucked on the flesh on her neck. Her scent was stronger here and he breathed deeply, pulling it in. Against his lips, her pulse raged. He ran his tongue over the beat, pulling her closer as a shiver raced through her.
“I’ve got some wine waiting in the kitchen,” he said, moving them in that direction but unwilling to let her go. Her curves slid against him as they danced backward, his leg slipping between hers as they walked.
“Wine, huh? You don’t have to get me drunk, you know. I’m pretty much a guarantee. Especially if you keep rubbing against me like that,” she joked, a glint of laughter in her eyes.
“Like this?” He thrust his hips forward. His thigh between her legs rubbed against her core, dragging her skirt up. Her head fell backward at the friction, baring her throat to his gaze. Feasting on the creamy expanse with his eyes, he couldn’t resist leaning in and sucking on the hollow of her throat.
Her nails pierced into his shoulders. No, not nails, claws. Drawing forth such primal need in her surprised him. But as he felt one long leg circle his hips, he knew she was beyond control. He ran his hands down to her ass again, lifting upward until her other leg joined the first around his waist. All thoughts of dinner drifted away as he slammed her against the wall behind them.
Control was overrated anyway.
* * * *
Misty’s back hit the wall, the impact propelling her into Cody. Grabbing his hair, she pulled until his mouth pressed against hers, his lips demanding hers open to allow his tongue to thrust inside. She moaned as it captured hers. He took no prisoners.
Using her legs around his waist, she pulled him tighter against her core. She wanted him so badly. Every thought in her head centered on rolling around naked with him.
On a gasp, she pulled her lips away. Undeterred, he trailed his lips across her cheek and took her earlobe between his teeth.
“The bedroom,” she managed.
Her back left the wall as he carried her the few remaining feet to his open bedroom door. Without wasting any time, he dropped her onto the bed before plunging back in. Heat flooded her as his lips caressed hers, opening them so his tongue could sweep inside. Her dress chaffed against her hardened nipples. She wanted his hands on her, right there.
As if reading her thoughts, his hands reached up to stroke her nipples through the dress. She arched into his touch, rubbing her crotch against his jeans as the sensations rioted inside her. He thrust against her, making her imagine him inside her, moving at the same frantic pace. Leaning back, she tried to unbutton his shirt, needing to run her hands over his skin, but her fingers fumbled until she groaned in frustration against his mouth.
After a minute, he leaned up and pushed her hands away, freeing himself from the shirt. Taking advantage of the moment, Misty unwound her legs and kneeled on the bed. Staring him straight in the eye, she drew the dress over her head, wanting to see his eyes when she revealed herself. Under the dress, she had on a lacy black thong with a
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