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His tongue darted inside.
I whimpered.
And then, seconds into our very first kiss, I was on my back in his bed, Javi’s weight on me, one of his hands curled around the back of my neck, tilting my head, the fingers of his other hand finding the hem of my tee and diving under it as his mouth devoured mine.
It was a heady mix of too much way too fast and not enough after way too long.
I leaned into the latter part of that, arched into him and wrapped a calf around his thigh.
He ground into me and growled in my mouth, his fingers gliding up the skin over my ribs to my breast.
He cupped it and swiped his thumb tight over my already-hard nipple.
A delicious electric jolt bolted through me, so fabulous, I couldn’t stop myself from tearing my mouth from his in order to release a needy moan.
With that, his fingers tightened on my breast in a hold so possessive, so branding, I opened my eyes and saw him watching me with an expression that was so possessive, so branding, my sex flooded.
With no choice left to me, I unhooked my calf from his thigh, planted my foot in the bed, and with every ounce of my strength, I heaved up and rolled him over so I was on top.
“Baby,” he purred.
If I had any restraint left (I didn’t), that purr would have done me in.
But as it stood, it just did me in.
I latched onto his head with both hands and kissed him, this time with my tongue darting into his mouth to take my fill.
He tasted so…
Javi.
Perfect.
On a delectable grunt, Javi closed his arms around me, one hand going up into my hair, pulling my ponytail holder out, making all my hair tumble down around us, one hand going down to grab a cheek of my behind in that possessive/branding hold I’d already fallen head over heels for.
I kissed him harder, lifting my knees to straddle his hips, and rubbed my girl bits into his very hard boy bits.
He groaned.
I delightedly swallowed his amazing groan and added trembling in his arms.
His hand at my behind darted up, taking the tee with it, then skated down inside my panties, skin against skin.
Mm…
Yes.
So much better.
I broke the kiss to moan again, but I didn’t get far since Javi caught my lower lip with his teeth, then we were kissing again, and that was such a hot, potent move, I mewed, melted and rubbed against him harder.
I was in the middle of completely losing myself in his kiss while beginning to wantonly dry hump him (though, with the state of my panties, it was more a wet hump), when, in a dizzyingly quick move, our kiss was broken.
Javi had knifed up to sitting, still holding me astride his lap, both of his arms tight around me, but his head was turned to the door.
“Sweetheart?” I called, confused as to what was happening.
At my call, his head whipped to me, and my breath caught at the look on his face.