Conflict of Interest - By Allyson Lindt Page 0,70
the edge of the bed, tugging her to rest between his legs, but leaving her standing. He threw his shirt aside, and then his hands found her ass. He pulled her closer, lips pressing into her stomach, her hips, back up to her breasts. His fingers moved lower, parting her lips, drawing a moan as they glided along her already slippery slit.
He caught a swollen nipple between his teeth, scraping the flesh and flicking with his tongue. She shuddered and pressed closer, trying to focus on every touch at once. His thumb rested against her clit, and she arched her back, grinding on his hand as he stroked.
From behind, his other hand found her eager opening, and she cried out when one finger slid inside, and then another. Her hips bucked against his expert attentions as he pumped, stroked, and sucked, and her gasps became short pants as pleasure washed through her. She cried out as she climaxed, riding the wave until he slowly pulled away.
She dipped her mouth to his, kissing him with hunger before pushing him onto his back again. He slid completely onto the bed, and she followed, hovering over him, straddling his legs.
His fingers tangled in her hair, and he pulled her close, breath hot on her ear. “Condoms, end table, top drawer.”
She shook her head, kissing him, teeth scraping his bottom lip. “You’re clean?”
His crooked smile looked wicked when it was tainted with lust. He nodded. “You? Birth control?”
“Yes and yes.” She wanted to feel all of him against her, inside her, with nothing in the way. She rocked against him, letting his hard length glide against her slit, her gasps mingling with his moans.
He moved his mouth along her throat, tongue tracing lines over her collarbone. “This is incredible.” A familiar growl cut through his pants. “But goddammit, please?”
She couldn’t hide her smile at the desperation, and it heightened her arousal that it was as intense as her own need. She sat straight up, pausing with his head hovering at the edge of her hole.
He grunted and thrust up. She cried out when he pushed inside her, a wave of intensity screaming through every inch of her.
His hands rested on her upper thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin. She rocked slowly against him, sighing every time he drove deep inside her.
One of his hands moved higher, thumb finding her clit again, and she almost recoiled at the touch on still-sensitive skin. He brushed lightly, and her pace increased. His hips slammed against her, and he stroked around the tender bud.
His shallow breathing matched her own. Her head grew light as climax rolled through her again, taking her right to the edge, but not letting go. He pounded hard inside her, and his thumb continued to work her over.
His grunts filled the room, mingling with her gasps. His pace quickened, and he slammed into her. She hovered near orgasm, pleasure stealing her oxygen, making her head swim.
His hand tightened on her thigh when he came, but his pace didn’t slow. Her body relented, and she peaked, climax screaming through her.
She slowed and then stopped as he did, dropping her cheek onto his chest, struggling to catch her breath, and letting his hammering heart and raspy gasps echo in her head.
His fingers raked through her hair, his other hand tracing soft patterns along her spine. She giggled at the ticklish sensation.
“You’re so incredible.” His words rumbled through her ear. “I don’t know what I would have done if you’d told me to go to hell when I showed up at your door.”
She smiled, sitting up enough to brush her lips over his, and then rolled off to lie next to him before resting her cheek on his chest again. “Honestly? The thought never even crossed my mind.”
“Never?”
“Not even for a millisecond.” She complied when he pulled her closer, pressing completely against him and wrapping her leg over his.
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Kenzie snuggled into the bare chest behind her, enjoying his skin against hers, and pulled his arm over her, kissing his knuckles. She hadn’t slept that well in forever. She could get used to waking up like this. In his bed, wrapped in his arms and flannel sheets.
His low chuckle rumbled through her back. “That’s nice.”
“Mhm.” She brushed her lips over the pads of his fingers. “You know what else would be nice?”
His teeth grazed her shoulder. “I can think of a few things.”
She moaned and squirmed against him, his arousal pressing into her butt. “I