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“And sometimes,” I keep going, snatching his lips in another kiss.
“Sometimes I want to vomit on Lyla when I see her.”
He suddenly snorts, breaking into laughter. A wide smile spreads across
his face as his whole body shakes. I kiss him again, our lips melting
together.
“And last Friday night,” I whisper, nibbling on his bottom lip as I grind
on him, “after the car wash…”
“Yeah?” He lowers his hands to my hips, grunting as I rub harder.
“I thought about you,” I whisper in his ear. “I thought about you when I
was in bed that night.”
I feel his fingers dig into my hips, and he growls low as he kisses me
again and again, breathing hard.
His lips move down my neck, and I barely notice the strap of my shirt
being slipped down my arm as the heat of his mouth covers my shoulder.
He grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place as he runs his nose
and mouth back up my neck, inhaling me. “Do you feel me?” he whispers,
pressing my hip down hard into him. I whimper as I rub against his
thickness between my legs.
“Yeah.” But then I notice something is loose and air is caressing my
skin where it didn’t before. My bra. He’s unhooked my bra at the back.
The straps fall down my arms, and the side where my shirt had fallen
off exposes my now bare breast. I quickly bring up my arms, covering
myself. “Masen, no.”
But he comes in, kissing me, and grabs my ass, pressing me to him. “I
can’t stop.”
“But people will see.”
He looks up into my eyes, nibbling my lips. “No one sees you, baby.
Just me. And I want to kiss you.”