Love and Lattes Read Online Free
Author: Heather Thurmeier
warm and full of desire.
He slid his hands along her thighs, roaming beneath the hem of her dress this time until he found the round contours of her bottom. He couldn't resist squeezing her cheeks and pulling her closer to him. She responded by sucking his lower lip into her mouth and giving his soft flesh a nibble.
Damn.
He wanted to tear her clothes from her delicious body at that moment, ravish her until she begged him to stop, but instead he fought for control. He explored further up her body, taking her dress with him as he went. He pulled back from her kiss just long enough to slip the dress over her head.
"Julia, I want you."
"I want you too." She kissed him hard again.
Her words were all the confirmation he needed. Scooping her up in his hands, he twisted beneath her until he had her lying on her back along the couch. He slid his hand between her back and the couch and expertly unlatched her bra, pulling off the silky black material quickly to expose her breasts.
His hands roamed her breasts as he kissed and nibbled a path from her collarbone to her belly button, savoring each little vibration she made against his mouth as his kisses tickled her sensitive flesh.
"That tickles." She giggled and pushed on his shoulders, nudging him away from the tender spot he currently licked on her side, right at the edge of her ribs. She only succeeded in pushing him lower down her abdomen.
"I'd like to stop tickling you, but that would mean I'd have to stop kissing you, and I'm not sure I'm done exploring yet." Hooking his index fingers under the edge of her panties, he gave them a gentle tug. He slid the lacy thong over the curve of her thighs and threw them over his shoulder. They weren't needed anymore.
He hovered over her, taking in the beautiful sight of her body waiting for him. How had he gotten so lucky to find this girl tonight?
Maybe she's looking at me, not my money. Not my status. Me.
He hungered more for her now than he had any other girl before her. She was real, genuinely there to be with him, just him. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside while she lay staring up at him from the couch. He wanted to feel her skin against his.
How long had it been since he'd been with someone who didn't know who he was? How long had it been since he wasn't worried the person he was with wasn't really interested in him? Never.
The weight of his family's name disappeared, and for the first time ever he was free, uninhibited. Finally, he could be exactly who he wanted to be—at least for tonight.
"What's wrong?" Julia looked concerned and propped herself up on her elbows. "We don't have to do this. We can actually just sit and talk." She glanced to her dress hanging over the edge of the coffee table and reached for it.
"No, I'm fine, better than fine. Talking is just about the last thing I want to do. I can barely think straight to form a sentence right now." He laughed and stroked her leg. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are, that's all."
"I didn't realize you were such a sweet-talker."
"I'm being serious. You don't even realize how beautiful you are."
"Chase, I'm beginning to think you might be a big softy."
"Not that soft." He growled and pounced on her then, claiming her mouth with his. She arched into him, forcing their bodies to connect skin to skin. Her hands roamed his chest and back, setting his skin on fire in their wake. She found the button of his pants and pulled them open, her fingertips brushing against the edge of his boxers.
"Wait." He could hardly get the words out before she tugged his pants down past his hips.
"No." She tugged further, her hands pausing only long enough to explore.
He laughed. "Yes. You have to wait." He pulled away from her, trying to stand.
"No I don't." She attempted to pull him back down but he easily slipped out of her grip and stood beside the couch.
"You have to wait," he said, slipping out of his pants and retrieving his wallet from the back pocket. He
He slid his hands along her thighs, roaming beneath the hem of her dress this time until he found the round contours of her bottom. He couldn't resist squeezing her cheeks and pulling her closer to him. She responded by sucking his lower lip into her mouth and giving his soft flesh a nibble.
Damn.
He wanted to tear her clothes from her delicious body at that moment, ravish her until she begged him to stop, but instead he fought for control. He explored further up her body, taking her dress with him as he went. He pulled back from her kiss just long enough to slip the dress over her head.
"Julia, I want you."
"I want you too." She kissed him hard again.
Her words were all the confirmation he needed. Scooping her up in his hands, he twisted beneath her until he had her lying on her back along the couch. He slid his hand between her back and the couch and expertly unlatched her bra, pulling off the silky black material quickly to expose her breasts.
His hands roamed her breasts as he kissed and nibbled a path from her collarbone to her belly button, savoring each little vibration she made against his mouth as his kisses tickled her sensitive flesh.
"That tickles." She giggled and pushed on his shoulders, nudging him away from the tender spot he currently licked on her side, right at the edge of her ribs. She only succeeded in pushing him lower down her abdomen.
"I'd like to stop tickling you, but that would mean I'd have to stop kissing you, and I'm not sure I'm done exploring yet." Hooking his index fingers under the edge of her panties, he gave them a gentle tug. He slid the lacy thong over the curve of her thighs and threw them over his shoulder. They weren't needed anymore.
He hovered over her, taking in the beautiful sight of her body waiting for him. How had he gotten so lucky to find this girl tonight?
Maybe she's looking at me, not my money. Not my status. Me.
He hungered more for her now than he had any other girl before her. She was real, genuinely there to be with him, just him. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside while she lay staring up at him from the couch. He wanted to feel her skin against his.
How long had it been since he'd been with someone who didn't know who he was? How long had it been since he wasn't worried the person he was with wasn't really interested in him? Never.
The weight of his family's name disappeared, and for the first time ever he was free, uninhibited. Finally, he could be exactly who he wanted to be—at least for tonight.
"What's wrong?" Julia looked concerned and propped herself up on her elbows. "We don't have to do this. We can actually just sit and talk." She glanced to her dress hanging over the edge of the coffee table and reached for it.
"No, I'm fine, better than fine. Talking is just about the last thing I want to do. I can barely think straight to form a sentence right now." He laughed and stroked her leg. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are, that's all."
"I didn't realize you were such a sweet-talker."
"I'm being serious. You don't even realize how beautiful you are."
"Chase, I'm beginning to think you might be a big softy."
"Not that soft." He growled and pounced on her then, claiming her mouth with his. She arched into him, forcing their bodies to connect skin to skin. Her hands roamed his chest and back, setting his skin on fire in their wake. She found the button of his pants and pulled them open, her fingertips brushing against the edge of his boxers.
"Wait." He could hardly get the words out before she tugged his pants down past his hips.
"No." She tugged further, her hands pausing only long enough to explore.
He laughed. "Yes. You have to wait." He pulled away from her, trying to stand.
"No I don't." She attempted to pull him back down but he easily slipped out of her grip and stood beside the couch.
"You have to wait," he said, slipping out of his pants and retrieving his wallet from the back pocket. He
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