One Night Stand-In (Boyfriend Material #3) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,36
I wanted to make people feel. We shared them all with each other and with the stars above. It was our world—the two of us and the constellations.”
The story causes a smile to tug not just at my mouth, but at my heartstrings.
She mimes placing the stickers on the ceiling. “And when I got my own place at last, it didn’t feel like home till I put some of the night sky above me. Cassiopeia has always known our hopes and dreams, so it seemed fitting she’d be the one on my ceiling. It makes me feel like I’m home. Like someone knows me.”
My heart beats a little faster, thrums harder. “Lucky Cassiopeia,” I whisper, then shift closer, reaching for her hair and threading my fingers through those lush strands.
I kiss her again, soft and tender, and it goes to my head. The transition is seamless as we slide right back to where we were an hour ago. She melts against me—not a friend, but a lover, kissing me like a woman who wants to wrap herself around a man.
And that’s what she does. She slings a leg over my hip, and I can’t resist. I slide my hand between her thighs.
She moans as I glide my fingers across her. “So soft, so wet,” I murmur.
“I think you turn me on a little bit,” she whispers.
I grin, dropping a kiss to her neck. She smells addictive, that tropical sea breeze that makes my bones hum. “Pretty sure it’s more than a little.”
“Seems like it is,” she pants, rocking against my hand.
Soon she’s writhing, murmuring, and telling me to keep going. “Lucas,” she murmurs. “I want more.”
What the lady wants . . .
“I’ll give you more,” I growl. I stroke her, touch her, take her over the edge till she cries out, chanting my name. The way she says it, like it tastes so sinful on her lips, convinces me we can have sex, we can have friendship, and we can be back in each other’s lives.
We talked it out, we said our piece, and we apologized.
We moved on like adults at last.
And adults can balance complicated things.
I kiss her forehead as she snuggles against me. “Hey, Lo. This changes nothing,” I say, repeating her words.
Her brow knits. “What do you mean? I can’t think straight post-orgasm,” she says, her voice a little gravelly and all kinds of sexy.
I run my fingers down her arm. “We’re just getting this out of our systems, and we’re going back to being friends. Like you said.” I smile, letting her know I’m on board with the balancing act.
“Right. Yes. Definitely.” Her eyes glint. “But I’m winning because I got one more orgasm out of the deal,” she says in that taunting voice again.
I groan. “Woman, talk like that and you’re going to wind up taking my cock deep in your mouth.”
Her eyes widen. “You say that like it’s a punishment.”
I trace her lips. “You look at me like you want it.”
She moves down my body, lithe like a cat, kissing my chest, her lips trailing over my abs, her tongue blazing a hot path that sizzles my skin.
She goes lower, then lower still.
And thankfully, her mouth is just where I want it. She flicks her tongue across the head of my dick. “I do want it. I want you in my mouth.”
My cock jerks against her lips. “Take it.”
She parts her lips and draws me in a tantalizing inch.
Then suddenly she drops me from her mouth, jerking her gaze to my face. “The tango club on Madison. That’s where they took dance lessons. I saw them leave once.”
“And my dick makes you remember that?”
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Lola
“Yes!”
It comes out as a shout because I feel victorious.
He pushes up on his elbows, naked as a jaybird, hard as steel, and sexy as hell.
But I am undeterred. Because we still have a mission to complete.
“Takes Two!”
He blinks. “Yes. It does take two for you to go down on me. Your mouth. My dick. Two. Proceed.”
I ignore him because I’m bouncing with excitement. “Takes Two to Tango. It’s a dance studio a couple blocks away from my friend Peyton’s lingerie shop. I saw them there when I was shopping at Peyton’s store a few months ago.”
His eyes narrow. “For lingerie? You were shopping for lingerie?”
“Well, I wasn’t shopping for avocados.”
“Did you wear the lingerie for another guy?” he asks in that jealous rumble again.