Page 97 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

“I’m savoring it.”

“Baby, there are better things to savor than me dropping my drawers.”

She stood up with a laugh and pulled his slacks down his thighs until he was lying on her bed in just blue boxer briefs and black socks.

“I’m feeling kind of exposed here,” he said.

“Hmmm, want me to even the score?”

His gaze dropped to where her hands were playing with the sides of her yoga pants, slipping them down an inch.

“Seems only fair.”

She pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them, wearing nothing but a smile as she climbed back onto the bed. Rylie pressed her lips against his stomach, loving the way the muscles jumped under her mouth, and trailed kisses down to the edge of his briefs. She could see the outline of his cock through the thin cotton and couldn’t wait to push the barrier out of the way.

As she peeled back his boxer briefs until they were halfway down his thighs, she dropped light little nips along his tip and shaft. It jerked away at the contact and she laughed again.

“Can you not giggle that close to my dick?”

In response, she wrapped her hand and mouth around it, sucking his head hard. The air whooshed out between his teeth and she let him go with a little pop.

“I’m so sorry I made you uncomfortable. All better?”

His deep chuckle turned into a groan when her lips covered him again, bringing her hand up to meet her mouth on him, listening to the noises he made. It had been a long while since she’d gone down on a guy, but it was really like riding a bike. Especially if she enjoyed the ride.

“Okay, okay, okay, you gotta sto

p,” Dustin said.

She released him and crawled up his form, her whole body throbbing with need. She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed her wet center over his stiff cock. When the motion hit her clit, she whimpered with need.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Not on me.”

“I thought men were always supposed to be prepared?”

“I was never a Boy Scout.” He lifted his hips. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think we’re good. I know I’m clean and I trust you.”

Rylie shifted her hips until the tip of him slid inside her, smiling. “I trust you, too.”

The moment he was all the way in, she leaned back on her hands and rocked her hips, closing her eyes as the steady drumming built at her center. Dustin’s hands came up to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples until her motions were no longer smooth and controlled, but jerky, fast, and sloppy.

Her orgasm hit and she cried out as she kept moving, prolonging the pleasure. When Dustin’s hands gripped her hips and took control, she couldn’t keep quiet as she climbed that mountain again and fell over with him, his deep, growling shout the hottest sound she’d ever heard.

It wasn’t until she came down that she realized Raider was howling outside the door.

“Oh, God, is he howling because we were loud or because he’s locked out?”

“Probably both,” Dustin teased, earning a light slap on his chest.

She climbed off him slowly and stumbled to the door, her legs like rubber as she walked. When she opened the door, Raider bounded in, jumping around and barking at both of them, as if scolding them for excluding him.

“I’ll be back,” Rylie said.