Free Impossible Girl (Sexy Nerd Boys #2.5) by K. M. Neuhold

there again in her bed, with this particular conversation hanging between us there is no way I’m going to stop at a kiss. Just as I start to second guess myself, she lets out a frustrated groan and crashes her lips into mine.
    Her lips are soft and oh so fucking sweet. Her tongue darts out and runs along my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I moan into her mouth, rolling her onto her back so that I’m positioned over her. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I feel her delicate skin against my fingertips for the first time. I can’t help straining against my pants or resist rolling my hips against her hot center, causing us both to gasp in pleasure.
    I slide my hands further up her shirt and brush against the lower swell of her breast. Of course she’s not wearing a bra. This woman must be trying to kill me. She pulls back from the kiss to pull her shirt over her head. I gaze down at her perfection. Her skin is a light caramel color. I’m desperate for a taste.
    Her tits are small but oh so perfect on her petite frame, her nipples perked up, begging to be sucked. I know I should stop but my lust-filled brain is having a difficult time coming up with all of my brilliant reasons for not sleeping with her until now. Not to mention, Remy is giving me a big green light, looking up at me through her hooded eyes which beg me not to stop.
    I capture her taut pink nipple between my teeth and she cries out with pleasure, arching up to meet my mouth. I tug gently with my teeth, then suck her deeply into my mouth.
    “Holy fuck Dex, I think you could make me come just doing that all day,” Remy gasps as she squirms against me, hungry to feel more. “Please take your shirt off. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
    I obey, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor. Her gaze roams over my body appreciatively and she bites her bottom lip. Finally, I can do the thing I’ve been dying to do since the first time I watched her chew on that bottom lip. I use my thumb to free her captive, then kiss that poor, abused lip. My heart swells and stutters. I can’t take advantage of her like all the other guys have.
    “Please touch me,” she pleads.
    Well, I suppose that doesn’t mean I can’t do something for her. I pepper little kisses along her jaw and down her neck causing her to giggle.
    “That tickles.”
    I move my hand down and grasp one of her nipple between my fingers and then lavish my tongue over the other taut peak. Her giggling turns into desperate moans. I work my way down her stomach alternating between kissing and nipping her skin. I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her hips. Mother of god, she’s not wearing any underwear either.
    “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” I ask with excited curiosity.
    “I hate wearing underwear,” she informs me with a devilish glint in her eye. Great, as if I didn’t have a constant hard-on around her already.
    I finish stripping her pants off and then take a minute to let the sight of her naked body sink in. She gazes up at me and I want to remember the look in her eyes for the rest of my life. I had been with my share of women back in the day but none of them had ever made me feel like this. Looking at her sexy and vulnerable beneath me I know I would do absolutely anything for this beautiful, insecure, sexy, sweet woman.
    “I’m going to make you come darlin’.”
    She nods her head and her eyes fall closed.
    “No, look at me while I touch you. I want to see you when you come.”
    I spread her legs and I swear my mouth actually waters like I’m a starving man at a buffet. I nip at the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh and she tangles her fingers in my hair urging me on. I place my index finger into her wet folds and stroke her slowly. As if I’d pressed a button, her legs fall open further, welcoming me in. God that’s so hot. Most women feel self-conscious when you get up close and personal. But Remy