So greedy.
Jill let out a sigh and her hands slowly climbed up his arms to his shoulders, until her fingers finally found a home stroking his scalp. He was inundated with sensation, the taste of lime and Jill, the feel of her lush breasts against his chest and her nails raking through his hair that sparked lightning straight to his dick.
Lightheaded with the touch, taste, and scent of Jill, Law felt himself tipping over a ledge. He cupped her jaw so that he could position herself just right for her kiss. He was met with a little whimper that sounded like a hungry kitten.
Jesus, she’s going to kill me.
Law stroked his fingers down her cheek, then down her neck to the vee of her t-shirt until his fingers moved over the swell of her breasts.
She broke the kiss. “Lawson,” she sighed.
He molded her breast and the feel was exquisite—she fit his hand perfectly.
She made a quick move, then her hand was covering his.
What’s wrong?
“Babe? Jill?”
Her hand pressed his tighter against her flesh.
Ahh.
Law couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he realized she was as needy and greedy as he was. In one quick move, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him so that he could put her up on the kitchen counter. He had just barely enough sense not to land her in the guacamole.
“Good call.” Jill grinned into his eyes.
Law dove in for another frantic kiss. He could not get enough of this woman. His fingers tangled in her soft raven hair, and his other hand slipped under the back of her t-shirt. Such silky skin. He skimmed upwards until he hit the back of her bra.
She huffed out a laugh. “Front clasp.”
She shimmied, and in one smooth move had her t-shirt off and tossed onto the kitchen tiles.
Red lace. Good God.
Law felt his fingers tremble as he teased her nipples over the top of the frothy lace. Her moan told him she liked being teased. He saw the outline of her areola and he lovingly circled that tender flesh, again and again.
“Please, you’re driving me crazy.” He could barely hear her breathy whisper.
He chuckled as he bent low and took one hard nipple between his lips and sucked. Hard.
She keened his name. Law knew what that meant—his fingers found her other nipple and started to roll the hard flesh between his thumb and forefinger. She shoved upwards. He couldn’t stand it another instant, and unhooked the front of her bra.
As soon as he saw her breasts spill out with their dark nipples, he was lost. He gripped her ass and ground her tighter against his erection. Needy and greedy were going to become his two new middle names.
Jill ground herself tighter against him, moving and pressing, doing anything to relieve the ache. Law shoved one hand between them so that he could rub against the front of her jeans, as he sucked a pouty nipple into his mouth.
“Ah.” Jill threw back her head. Her hair thrashed about.
He couldn’t wait, but he needed to. This couldn’t be their first time. Not on the kitchen counter. He needed this moment, this feeling of solace that only Jill could provide.
“Lawson,” she gasped. “Please,” the last word was lost as she bit his shoulder.
He scraped the velvet tip of her breast with his teeth, then unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand inside. Satisfaction roared inside him as he felt her damp folds welcoming his fingers, and then the swollen nub begging for attention made him want to sink to his knees and lose himself in all things Jill.
He released her breast, hugged her closer, and kissed his way up to her mouth so that he could see her eyes. Her passion was a thing of beauty and he wanted to watch her face as she crossed over into pleasure.
She gripped at his arms, his back, his hair, calling out his name, over and over again, until she came apart in his arms.
But he was still needy and greedy and he wanted more.
He rested his forehead on hers, their breaths mingled. His gaze was so fierce and intent.
“I need you.”
“That’s a good thing,” she whispered. With those three words, her body was already ready for more. Jill didn’t lose eye contact with her man, but she still managed to start unbuckling his belt. She laughed when he actually groaned with pleasure.
Me, Jill Keiler, is making this man moan. Who’da thunk?
“You gotta stop, Baby.”
He lifted her off the kitchen counter and took a step.
A knock on the door sounded as gooey guacamole dripped down her back, smeared by her hair.
Good God! I have guac in my hair.
“Fu-Fusterbunny!” she wailed.
“What?”
“Stop,” she clenched her nails into his shoulders.
The doorbell chimed.
“The food’s here.”
He looked down at her with a crooked smile. His dimple was back.
“Oh yeah, food.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Gotta tell you, that is not the meal I was wanting just now.”
“Grab money from my purse for a tip. I’ve got to go and clean up.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“Typical me,” she sighed. “I now have guacamole all over.”
He barked out a laugh, then leaned her closer so he could look over her shoulder. He chuckled harder, and the doorbell rang again. He allowed her to slowly slide down the front of his body.
“I’m going to get a hard-on every time I see an avocado, you know that, don’t you?”
She pushed away from him, feeling her entire body blush. “Go get my purse.”
“Honey, I think I can pay for the meal.”
