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Suddenly, I'm swept off my feet and being carried to the house.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim.
“I’m not putting you down until I know you can stand on your own.”
“I’m fine now. Put me down.”
Even before my objection is past my lips, my arms curl around his neck. He ignores me and takes me all the way to the front door before carefully placing me back on my feet. Whether consciously or not, my hands slide down over his shoulders and sternum. I catch myself right before I squeeze his hard pecs, ripping my hands away. I avoid his gaze as I reach into my pocket for my keys. That is, until a curious finger trails down my stomach. I pull my tank top down and narrow my eyes at him, ignoring the fire starting in my belly.
“I did NOT give you permission to touch me.”
“How about a kiss then?”
I can’t even answer because his lips are stealing my words. I’m so surprised that I swallow my gum. He didn’t wait for an answer, just took what he wanted. Though my mind resists, my body melts into his. My fingers curl into his white T-shirt and a moan escapes me. His lips move hungrily over mine, taking and giving pleasure. There is only complete surrender when his tongue seeks entrance. I part my lips and wrestle his tongue with mine. He tastes like beer and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. Whatever it is, it’s frikkin’ awesome and I want more. While my hands move up to slide through his hair, his move down to grab my ass. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me into him, letting his desire be explicitly known. He’s hard. For me. And it excites the hell out of me. I feel like climbing up on him like he’s a big, man-tree that I need to get to the top of. I hear myself whimper as his hands slide up my sides. His thumbs brush at the undersides of my breasts and this time, he moans. He breaks away suddenly, his breathing heavy. I gape at him, trying to catch my own breath.
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