Inside Out - Lauren Dane [100]
She sent him a raised brow. “You can’t avoid it forever.”
“I can start with not wanting to talk about it now.”
She snorted. “You’re lucky you have such nice hair,” she muttered.
“I am?” He kissed her neck, and she didn’t push him away. “Even when I’m a total asshole?”
She laughed. “Andrew Copeland, you’re a pissy butthead sometimes, yes. But you’re not an asshole. Believe me.”
“Even if I say I’d really love to have sex with you right now? And it’s my turn.”
She laughed again. “You always say it’s your turn.” She tipped her head back, allowing him access to her neck.
“Do I? I should be disciplined, don’t you think?”
“Sure. No sex for you. That’ll teach you.”
“Hmpf. I vote no.”
He danced her toward the bed, pulling at her sweater and T-shirt as he did.
“You’re still my favorite Copeland. Just in case you were wondering.”
He straddled her body after he’d peeled her clothes off. “This is good to know. Because I’m the only Copeland who gets to look at these every day.” He dipped down to swipe his tongue over first the right nipple and then the left.
“Erin would probably frown on me showing my breasts to Ben, yes. Though I haven’t consulted with her on this point. However, hers are so gargantuan right now, I’m not sure it’s much of a fair comparison.”
God, she was pretty. Running his hands all over her body, he marveled in her, the shape and feel of her body—curves, sharp lines and muscle—against him, beneath him. She looked up at him the whole time, those sexy green eyes half-lidded, burning for him. That secret self only he saw, opened up like a flower.
The change when she let her sensual self take over was incredible. Her movements slowed down, her voice lowered, she even smelled warm, like honey, sticky-sweet. She was only this way with him. She didn’t need to hold back, and she knew it.
That she knew he was different and opened up made him feel like a rock star. Made him feel worthy in ways he’d never imagined before.
He moved, sitting and helping her onto his lap. Laughing, she helped get pillows behind his back, and before he knew it, she had him suited up and was sliding herself down over his cock, her body settling around him, driving him mad with the heat, the tight caress of her flesh against his.
“I’m pretty sure it’s actually my turn,” she murmured as she rose and fell over him.
“Whichever. Whatever. You’re on me, I’m in you, that’s what matters.”
She managed to open her eyes to meet his gaze, that connection clicking into place all the way down to her toes.
She was helpless against him in a way that left her far more vulnerable than she’d ever been with Bill. Andrew Copeland was her heart. Just how this had come to be, even when it had happened, she wasn’t sure. But it was there. He lived inside her, past all those walls she’d erected to keep herself safe.
“Waltzed right in and made yourself at home.” She smirked.
He felt so good inside her she simply let herself feel what he did. Filling her up more than physically.
She arched, offering as much of herself to him as she could. He touched her like she was fine and precious, like he couldn’t not touch her. No one had ever made her feel so cherished and sexually irresistible.
“I did? I’m a scoundrel that way.” He nuzzled her neck, licking up to her earlobe, which he took between his teeth until she squeaked with pleasure, and he chuckled.
“I’m so easy when you touch me.” She laughed as he took two handfuls of breasts and hauled her closer.
“Thank God for it. I like you being easy for me.”
Climax slammed into her as he slipped his hand down to her pussy, finding her clit ready and slick, needing to be touched. She held on tight, trying to breathe, falling in deep as he played the rhythm of her body.
“Hope you realize I’m one of those guests who just won’t leave,” he mumbled sometime later,