be the sweetest five words he’d ever heard. But he had to play it cool because somehow, he didn’t think that jumping up and going, “Really? AWESOME!” was the most effective form of foreplay.
Instead—trying to be cool—he stood and pulled her up into his arms. “Do you have . . .” She blushed. God, she was so pretty.
“Yeah.” That’d been an important part of his last trip into town—a box of condoms. He might want kids one day—but not today.
He just wanted Tammy.
He swept her into his arms, which made her squeak. “Clarence!”
“I’ve got you,” he told her as he cradled her against his chest. Then he kissed her again, right in the middle of the patio.
She curled her fingers around his shirt, pulling his chest into hers. Right. He needed a bed before she got him so worked up that he couldn’t walk. He had to make sure he did this right. She deserved nothing less.
He managed to get the door open with his foot and then he was heading back toward his bedroom. It wasn’t fancy—he didn’t have matching curtains and bedspreads or anything—but it had his bed and that was the important thing right now.
He carried her inside and set her down on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured as he cupped her face in his hands. “Tell me what you like.”
She blushed again, as if having sex was one thing but talking about it was an entirely different thing. Then she looked up at him through her lashes, just like she did in the morning and he was lost to her. Completely lost.
“I like the way you kiss me,” she replied.
So he kissed her again. He took his time. He didn’t have to think about anyone walking in on them. He could love on her all day and all night long, if that’s what she wanted.
She scooted back on the bed a bit and he kneeled in between her legs, which had the convenient side effect of putting their heads on almost the same level. He wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her left breast with the other. She gasped at the touch.
“Do you like that?” He felt her body respond, felt her nipple grow hard under his touch. He circled that point with his thumb.
“Oh,” she breathed, like she was trying desperately to hold onto . . . something.
“Yes or no?” When she didn’t immediately answer, he slipped his hand under her shirt and found her hard nipple again. “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Her back arched into him and she gripped his shoulders. “Yes.”
Blood pounded in his ears. He grabbed the back of her shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her in just a plain white bra that had a hint of lace on the edge of the cups. “So beautiful, Tammy,” he growled as he filled both his hands with her breasts. “ So beautiful.”
He was fighting hard for his self-control because all he wanted to do was peel off the rest of her clothes and bury himself in her body, but he dug deep and focused on her breasts. He kissed the edge of skin right above that little bit of lace as his thumbs teased her nipples until she was panting and moaning. “Oh, Clarence.”
“Yeah, babe—let go. Let me . . .” he relinquished his hold on her breasts but only so he could try to get the bra off. Thankfully, the clasps gave and suddenly, her breasts—truly, one of the best sets he’d ever seen—were free. He lowered his mouth onto the left one and went back to teasing the nipple of the right one.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. She laced her fingers through his hair and held him to her. “Yes, I like that.”
“Mmm,” he hummed into her skin as he shifted his attention to the other one. He let his free hand drift down over the front of her jeans and down between her legs. “How about this?” he asked as he rubbed against the seam of her jeans.
She gasped, but she didn’t pull away. “Yeah,” she said, grabbing at the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. “I want to touch you, too.”
She went for his jeans, but he
Instead—trying to be cool—he stood and pulled her up into his arms. “Do you have . . .” She blushed. God, she was so pretty.
“Yeah.” That’d been an important part of his last trip into town—a box of condoms. He might want kids one day—but not today.
He just wanted Tammy.
He swept her into his arms, which made her squeak. “Clarence!”
“I’ve got you,” he told her as he cradled her against his chest. Then he kissed her again, right in the middle of the patio.
She curled her fingers around his shirt, pulling his chest into hers. Right. He needed a bed before she got him so worked up that he couldn’t walk. He had to make sure he did this right. She deserved nothing less.
He managed to get the door open with his foot and then he was heading back toward his bedroom. It wasn’t fancy—he didn’t have matching curtains and bedspreads or anything—but it had his bed and that was the important thing right now.
He carried her inside and set her down on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured as he cupped her face in his hands. “Tell me what you like.”
She blushed again, as if having sex was one thing but talking about it was an entirely different thing. Then she looked up at him through her lashes, just like she did in the morning and he was lost to her. Completely lost.
“I like the way you kiss me,” she replied.
So he kissed her again. He took his time. He didn’t have to think about anyone walking in on them. He could love on her all day and all night long, if that’s what she wanted.
She scooted back on the bed a bit and he kneeled in between her legs, which had the convenient side effect of putting their heads on almost the same level. He wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her left breast with the other. She gasped at the touch.
“Do you like that?” He felt her body respond, felt her nipple grow hard under his touch. He circled that point with his thumb.
“Oh,” she breathed, like she was trying desperately to hold onto . . . something.
“Yes or no?” When she didn’t immediately answer, he slipped his hand under her shirt and found her hard nipple again. “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Her back arched into him and she gripped his shoulders. “Yes.”
Blood pounded in his ears. He grabbed the back of her shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her in just a plain white bra that had a hint of lace on the edge of the cups. “So beautiful, Tammy,” he growled as he filled both his hands with her breasts. “ So beautiful.”
He was fighting hard for his self-control because all he wanted to do was peel off the rest of her clothes and bury himself in her body, but he dug deep and focused on her breasts. He kissed the edge of skin right above that little bit of lace as his thumbs teased her nipples until she was panting and moaning. “Oh, Clarence.”
“Yeah, babe—let go. Let me . . .” he relinquished his hold on her breasts but only so he could try to get the bra off. Thankfully, the clasps gave and suddenly, her breasts—truly, one of the best sets he’d ever seen—were free. He lowered his mouth onto the left one and went back to teasing the nipple of the right one.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. She laced her fingers through his hair and held him to her. “Yes, I like that.”
“Mmm,” he hummed into her skin as he shifted his attention to the other one. He let his free hand drift down over the front of her jeans and down between her legs. “How about this?” he asked as he rubbed against the seam of her jeans.
She gasped, but she didn’t pull away. “Yeah,” she said, grabbing at the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. “I want to touch you, too.”
She went for his jeans, but he
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