shook her head, holding up a single finger. The smile said she wasn't shutting me down, but I glared at her anyway.
“I do not want anyone in the building thinking I am one of those cheap girls you brought home before.”
As we stepped off of the elevator and walked toward the door, I moved so that I was right behind her. When she paused at the door, I slid my arms around her waist and put my mouth to her ear.
“I don't bring girls home.” It was true, technically. I didn't count the handful of times I'd gotten too drunk to remember asking them over. Intent was what mattered... right?
She made a sound that said she didn't quite believe me, but she didn't add anything as I unlocked the door and we walked inside, my arms still around her. As soon as it shut, I spun us around so that her back was against the door. In the dim light, I could only make out the outline of her face, but it was enough for my lips to find her jaw and begin kissing my way toward her mouth.
Her hands ran down my chest and around my back as I pressed my body against hers. I found her bottom lip and gently sucked on it, wondering if it would be too much for the demure woman I knew. She moaned, her hands slipping under my shirt to run over my back.
Apparently not.
She tilted her head, bringing her mouth into direct contact with mine. Her lips molded themselves to match mine, parting to allow my tongue access. Her fingers and nails left trails of fire across my skin as her hands traced patterns on my back.
Damn, the woman could kiss.
I ran my hand down her side to her hip and then further down to lift her leg. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to understand exactly what she was doing to me.
She tore her mouth away from mine and said a single word. “Bedroom.”
I was tempted to scoop her up in my arms and carrying her, but I didn't want to risk doing anything that would spoil the moment. I was already surprised at how she was responding to me and if there was anywhere to be cautious, it was at a moment like this. I took her hand and led her to my room. I supposed we could've gone to the guest room she was using, but I didn't know if she had any condoms back there and once we got started, I didn’t want to stop.
Considering Livie was already tugging at my shirt before we'd made it to the room, I felt it safe to say she didn’t want to stop either. My shirt landed in the doorway and her hands were on my pants. I let her unbutton them, but grabbed her wrist before she could slide her hand inside.
“Let's get you out of that dress first,” I said. I heard the strain in my voice. As much as I wanted her hands on me, I knew if she kept going, this would be over far too soon.
She turned and raised her hair so I could unzip her. I was tempted to do it slow, expose each inch of creamy skin bit by bit, but I wasn't in a patient mood. She let the dress fall and stepped out of it, leaving her clad in a matching set of plain, but still sexy, black silk panties and bra.
“It is your turn.” Her voice had a teasing note.
I grinned at her, happy to oblige. I made short work of the pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. I paused, letting her get a good look at me in nothing but a pair of increasingly tight gray boxer-briefs. The heat in her eyes said she liked what she saw, and then she was reaching behind her and unfastening her bra.
“Shit,” I muttered as she freed her breasts. My original suspicions were confirmed. Those were definitely real. And perfect. Her nipples were slightly darker than her hair, and they were just as perfect as the rest of her.
I closed the distance between us, needing to touch her. I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and they fit perfectly. I used my thumbs to circle her nipples, then lowered my head to take one into my mouth. I heard her gasp as my lips closed around the sensitive flesh and I began to suck. I alternated suction and flicking my tongue across her nipple until it was hard and then I
“I do not want anyone in the building thinking I am one of those cheap girls you brought home before.”
As we stepped off of the elevator and walked toward the door, I moved so that I was right behind her. When she paused at the door, I slid my arms around her waist and put my mouth to her ear.
“I don't bring girls home.” It was true, technically. I didn't count the handful of times I'd gotten too drunk to remember asking them over. Intent was what mattered... right?
She made a sound that said she didn't quite believe me, but she didn't add anything as I unlocked the door and we walked inside, my arms still around her. As soon as it shut, I spun us around so that her back was against the door. In the dim light, I could only make out the outline of her face, but it was enough for my lips to find her jaw and begin kissing my way toward her mouth.
Her hands ran down my chest and around my back as I pressed my body against hers. I found her bottom lip and gently sucked on it, wondering if it would be too much for the demure woman I knew. She moaned, her hands slipping under my shirt to run over my back.
Apparently not.
She tilted her head, bringing her mouth into direct contact with mine. Her lips molded themselves to match mine, parting to allow my tongue access. Her fingers and nails left trails of fire across my skin as her hands traced patterns on my back.
Damn, the woman could kiss.
I ran my hand down her side to her hip and then further down to lift her leg. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to understand exactly what she was doing to me.
She tore her mouth away from mine and said a single word. “Bedroom.”
I was tempted to scoop her up in my arms and carrying her, but I didn't want to risk doing anything that would spoil the moment. I was already surprised at how she was responding to me and if there was anywhere to be cautious, it was at a moment like this. I took her hand and led her to my room. I supposed we could've gone to the guest room she was using, but I didn't know if she had any condoms back there and once we got started, I didn’t want to stop.
Considering Livie was already tugging at my shirt before we'd made it to the room, I felt it safe to say she didn’t want to stop either. My shirt landed in the doorway and her hands were on my pants. I let her unbutton them, but grabbed her wrist before she could slide her hand inside.
“Let's get you out of that dress first,” I said. I heard the strain in my voice. As much as I wanted her hands on me, I knew if she kept going, this would be over far too soon.
She turned and raised her hair so I could unzip her. I was tempted to do it slow, expose each inch of creamy skin bit by bit, but I wasn't in a patient mood. She let the dress fall and stepped out of it, leaving her clad in a matching set of plain, but still sexy, black silk panties and bra.
“It is your turn.” Her voice had a teasing note.
I grinned at her, happy to oblige. I made short work of the pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. I paused, letting her get a good look at me in nothing but a pair of increasingly tight gray boxer-briefs. The heat in her eyes said she liked what she saw, and then she was reaching behind her and unfastening her bra.
“Shit,” I muttered as she freed her breasts. My original suspicions were confirmed. Those were definitely real. And perfect. Her nipples were slightly darker than her hair, and they were just as perfect as the rest of her.
I closed the distance between us, needing to touch her. I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and they fit perfectly. I used my thumbs to circle her nipples, then lowered my head to take one into my mouth. I heard her gasp as my lips closed around the sensitive flesh and I began to suck. I alternated suction and flicking my tongue across her nipple until it was hard and then I
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