Page 116 of Even Ground

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Page 116 of Even Ground

Pulling her in tight against me, I run my hands up and down her spine.

“You know I’m not like the women you usually date. I have cellulite, and my boobs are natural,” she says.

I laugh. “Why don’t you let me worry about what I want? I want you.”

She pouts, and it’s the cutest thing ever. “I just worry—”

“Have you ever worried about it with any other man?”

Pania blinks rapidly then drops eye contact. “No.”

“I’m just a man.” I kiss her just under her ear. “A man who’s crazy about you.”

I pepper kisses down her neck and across her throat before kissing her lips again. She kisses me back, her tongue seeking entrance, and I open up and let her in.

This woman owns my heart.

I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head before unhooking her bra. She grips the front of my T-shirt and laughs softly until I kiss her again. Her hands are on my waist, and she slides her fingertips underneath my shirt.

Her touch is soft, and I strip the shirt off while she unbuttons my jeans.

“Pania,” I whisper.

“Take me to bed.”

“It’s right there.” I point to it. “Let’s go.”

She laughs as she pulls away from me. I drink in the sight of her, but she’s still wearing way too much.

Pania unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down, taking her panties with them and then turns and leaps under the blankets.

“I got about a two-second show just then.” I shake my head.

“Get your butt over here.”

Dropping my jeans to the ground, I do as I’m told before slipping off my boxers and climbing into bed beside her.

“What was all that about?” I ask.

“I’m shy.” She flutters her eyelashes.

“Why do I find that hard to believe?”

Pania opens her arms. “Does it really matter?”’

I fold into her embrace, my naked body pressed against hers. I’m as hard as a rock, and she drops one hand to my cock, gripping it tight.

“Oh no you don’t.” I kiss her throat.

“What?” She laughs.

“I’m not coming until I’ve been inside you.”

“Sweet talker.” She sighs and lets me go.

I nuzzle her breasts, sliding my hand down her body until I slip a finger into her, just like last night. Only this time, I can follow through.

“God, I thought about this so many nights when we were talking on Skype.”




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