The Bookworm's Guide to Dating (The Bookworm's Guide 1)

I jerked my head up. “Peel them off? Does that mean—”

Another laugh came, and she slid her hands up my chest to cup my jaw. She dipped her head and kissed me, answering my question without words.

I groaned into her mouth, moving my hands up her thighs until I grabbed her ass. My fingers dug into the soft material of her yoga pants, and my cock hardened against her as she nestled right in against me.

Kinsley deepened the kiss, using her tongue to part my lips. Every part of my body was alive, and my heart hammered against my ribs when she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body entirely against me.

Her hips ground against mine, and my cock throbbed as it fought against the constraints of my sweats. I palmed her ass cheeks as she moved her hands across my shoulders and down my biceps, her entire body flexing and moving against me needily.

All I wanted to do was tear off her clothes and push my cock inside her. Keep her on me, like this, grinding against me while she rode me. With my fingers digging into her ass cheeks and her nails in my neck and her moans on my mouth.

Fuck.

I let go of her ass and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up her body. The movement broke our kiss, and as she lifted her arms for me to pull it off, it revealed her bare breasts.

She had no damn bra on.

Fuuuck.

Groaning again, I cupped the back of her neck and drew her mouth to mine. I kissed her hungrily, reveling in every sweep of my tongue against hers. Already my skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and Kinsley’s skin was just as hot under my touch.

I dragged my lips from hers and over her skin; peppering kisses down her jaw and over the curve of her neck. She tilted her head back so I had easier access, and I dropped tiny little kisses all over her collarbone down to the swell of her chest.

Wrapping one arm firmly around her, I splayed my fingers between her shoulder blades and pushed her back. Her nipples were already hard, and there was a sharp intake of breath when I flicked my tongue over her right one.

She reached between us. My muscles clenched as her fingers brushed my lower stomach, and she curled them so she was able to slip them under the waistband of my sweats and pull them down.

“No underpants!” she muttered.

I brought my lips to hers and said back, “You’re a fine one to talk.”

She giggled into the kiss and adjusted herself so she could free my cock. It jerked with a mind of its own when she wrapped her hand around it, and in that moment, I was entirely at her mercy.

If she demanded I come, I’d do it on the fucking spot.

“You’re still wearing pants,” I murmured, fighting back a moan at the sensation of her thumb rubbing the head of my cock and spreading the pre-cum that was there. “You should have worn a dress if you were gonna do this.”

“You dragged me on you.” She took my lower lip in her mouth and gently sucked.

The moan escaped.

Jesus fucking Christ, I was going to die.

“Take off the damn yoga pants, Kinsley, or I am going to tear them off you.”

She climbed off my lap, holding onto my cock for a second longer than necessary, and turned around.

I lifted my hips to pull my sweats down, and Kinsley carefully hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled the thick band down over her hips. The movement revealed black cotton panties lined with lace—panties that wouldn’t look sexy on anyone but her.

And she was taking fucking forever to pull them down.

Slowly, slowly, slowly. It felt like an age before I saw the light flesh of the tops of her thighs, and it was only then, when her yoga pants were wrapped around her thighs, that she moved to the panties.

She did that even slower.

Over the curve of her ass.

“Keep it up,” I said gruffly, wrapping my hand around my throbbing cock. “And I’m going to turn you around and bend you over the back of the sofa.

Her head jerked and she looked back at me. “You wouldn’t!”

Sounded like a challenge.

I wasn’t one to pass one of those up.

I got up and grabbed her, wrapping my hand around her lower arm to shove her around to the sofa. She put up no fight thanks to the fact she’d fucked about so much taking her pants off, and it was easy for me to bend her over the sofa.

Then yank down the clothes that were in my way.

I removed them entirely, tugging them over her feet and throwing them to the side. She wriggled in front of me, something I wasn’t completely sure wasn’t deliberate, and the desire I felt for this woman flew through the roof.