“I think I could go for a little more spoiling…” she whispered. She leaned in close and sighed.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to go overboard or anything.” I laughed under my breath and grabbed her hips as I slowly backed us up towards the futon.
“I’m definitely okay with going a little overboard,” she said softly. “Just a little.”
“Just a little?” I cocked my eyebrow and gently pushed her down on the cushion.
“Yep.” She bit down on her lip and propped herself up on her elbows.
I crouched down and knelt futon, crawling up until I straddled her waist. She reached up and grabbed my shirt, fisting and twisting the fabric as she pulled me down to her.
I growled the moment her lips pressed against mine and I allowed my body to collapse on top of hers, allowing her just enough room to breathe. It felt like our bodies were almost magnetic, undeniably pulled to one another. Needing to be close. Needing the connection. Almost like needing oxygen. Almost like it was becoming essential to my survival. I needed her.
“God you set me on fire,” she mumbled against my lips. I smiled and forced my hips against hers. She surprised me when she met my movements, sending a shiver through my entire body. My hands traveled up her body and found the peak of her breast. She froze for the slightest moment before I felt her relax again under my touch. I cursed beneath my breath, trying to remember to control myself.
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