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smiled. Her eyes lit with a passion nothing could capture, least of all him. She was elemental, and he was a lucky bastard to get to hold her.
    His breath caught in his throat. Swallowing around it, he let his gaze drop to her lips. “Yeah, but you like me. Come here.” He propped his leg up, spreading her thighs with his knee. She felt hot straddling his thigh, her skirt riding up the backs of her legs.
    “Come where?” she purred, hands gliding over his chest to grip his shoulders. She slid up his body, the delicious friction enough to make him groan.
    “Damn,” he groaned. His cock trapped between their bodies was both torture and bliss. He squeezed her ass, appreciating the supple feel of her in his palm. The only way it could be better was if they were skin to skin. Now there was an idea.
    She dipped her head, a slight smile pulling on the corners of her lips. His siren. He let her lead, waiting for her to kiss him. She brushed a light kiss over his nose, the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t stop the urge to nuzzle her face as her lips avoided his, creating wandering trails over his face, across his jaw. She burrowed her hands into his hair, twining and twisting the strands. Maybe he would let it grow out a little more so she had something to hold on to.
    Finally she set her lips to his in a gentle caress, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. His cock twitched, growing harder as she took her time, nipping and kissing his mouth. Turnabout was fair play. Plus, it was hot letting her crawl over him and torture him with kisses.
    Carey slid a hand down her leg, past the point where her hem ended. She was warm and smooth.
    He groaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what he wanted her to do with his dick.
    The kiss was hers but Carey needed something. He needed to touch her. Hiking her skirt up, he smoothed his hands over her ass. Her bare ass.
    The kiss stilled, her lips pressed against his as he smoothed his hands over her cheeks and up to her hips. His thigh was still clenched tightly between hers, nothing but his cargo shorts separating them.
    “Do you have something against underwear?” he asked against her lips.
    Instead of avoiding his gaze, she lifted her face, staring down at him defiantly. “I forgot them.”
    Carey slid one hand to her inner cheek, his thumb skimming the crease, stroking down to her secret depths, soaking his shorts.
    “That’s hot.” His voice was a deep growl. What kind of woman showed up at a man’s house without underwear? The kind who got laid.
    “You’re such a guy.” She chuckled.
    He cracked a grin. Hell, yeah. He felt cocky enough to say, “You like me this way.”
    Straightening his leg gave him the opening he needed. He skimmed his fingers over her bare folds, slick with moisture. If it wasn’t for the arm he’d slung over her waist, Elise probably would have shot up and off the couch at the first touch.
    “Carey!”
    He liked the sound of his name on her lips and the wild glint in her eyes as she clawed at his shoulders. In fact, he wanted to tip her over the edge. He slid his fingers back and forth, coating them. Tiny tremors ran through her delicate muscles.
    Elise crashed her mouth against his. Her hunger fed his fire, and suddenly teasing touches weren’t enough. He pushed one finger into her, her body yielding to the small intrusion. He sank the digit all the way to his knuckle. Withdrawing, he added a second, feeling her stretch around him.
    The dam in her broke. She gripped his shoulders with both hands, devouring his kisses, moaning into his mouth. She was so fucking hot, better than any dream he’d had. Her hips moved, thrusting on his hand, grinding his cock between them.
    “Come on, baby,” he whispered as she moaned against his lips.
    “Can’t,” she gasped.
    “Yes, you can. You’re so fucking hot. Do it, baby. Come on my hand.” If she did, he was going to lose it in his pants. As embarrassing as that was, it might be worth