Free A Little Bit of Trouble by A. E. Murphy Page B

Slowly and carefully, until she realizes my intentions. I stop a centimeter from her lips, my eyes staring into hers expectantly. My mind pleading for her to give in, to kiss me. I need to feel, just once.
         She lets out a long breath and presses her lips to mine, her decision made. As if an explosion occurs my self-control falters. I try to be gentle but I can’t. My brain is on devour mode and she is my prey. I suck her lower lip into my mouth and turn my body, my hand reaches up and grips the nape of her neck so she can’t escape. She whimpers when I release her lower lip and move to the top, massaging it gently with the tip of my tongue before plunging it deep into her warm, welcoming and fucking sweet tasting mouth.
         A groan escapes me, it vibrates through my chest as her hands come up to my cheeks. She kisses me back with a fervor I would have never thought she was capable of. My cock swells angrily when her hands move down from my cheeks, leaving a burning trail in their wake and her nails bite into my shoulders. I move forward, effectively pushing her sideways so she has to turn for me to slide on her. My free hand goes to her thigh and pulls it over my own.
         Our mouths tangle, almost aggressively, she whimpers a little as I grind my evident arousal into her hip. She shifts and we fall off the sofa together, I laugh when she squeals and make sure we land on my back rather than hers. Then I flip us over so I’m on top of her and claim her mouth again.
         Every single cell in my body begins to burn, I press myself against her again. She eagerly opens her thighs, allowing me to slide in between her legs.
     
         My lips move down her cheek, along her jaw and to her ear where I nibble on the lobe, making sure to tease the little gold stud ear ring. She moans and pushes her hips up. I feel her tremble beneath me as I suck on the soft skin behind her ear, the thought of giving her a mark appeals to me more than it should. Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway, to hell with my common sense.
         When my han d reaches down to grip her thigh as I nibble on her collar bone I realize how far her dress has slid up, most likely showing her panties that I can’t wait to take off with my teeth. This thought alone sends me into a frenzy of lust and need, I move my hand up and under her dress, my hand molds into the curve of her waist, I feel the fabric of her panties under my pinky finger. Lace. Fuck.
     
         She’s pushing me away, “Lucas.” What? I continue working on her neck. “Lucas! Stop!” Ah hell. I halt my movements and slow my breathing whilst pressing my forehead into her neck.
         “Dammit woman. What’s wrong?” I sigh and lean up on my elbows. “Did I hurt you?” I was being a little grabby, I hope I haven’t harmed her. That would suck.
         “I can’t do this,” she says quietly and pushes me again. I roll off her and lay on the floor beside her. “I won’t be the other woman.” She pulls her dress down and stands before I can even get a glimpse of her panties.
     
    Other woman? Now I’m focused.
     
         “What are you talking about?” I frown in confusion. She points to my hand. My left hand, where my wedding band still sits. Shit.
     
    Fuck .
     
    Crystal.
     
         I stand up, my good mood suddenly gone.
     
    Crystal… I can’t do this.
     
         With an ache in my chest I stand and straighten my clothes. Loryn watches me warily as I grab my jacket. My mind is blank, empty. The only thing that remains is grief. Why do I feel like I’ve cheated?
     
         “Lucas,” Loryn says softly and reaches out to touch my arm. I pull away and head straight to the door of the apartment.
         “Lock up after me,” I say blankly and grab her keys. “Don’t answer the door to anyone.”
         “Lucas,” she repeats, I ignore her and continue down the stairs. I need to get the fuck out of here.
     
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