The Best Mistake (Not Just Friends 1)

Toby slid his hands down her shoulders, over her arms, and gripped her waist with both hands now. And then he was walking them backward until she felt the cold, hard wall greet her. He hadn’t broken the kiss, and the deep rumbles that left him had her inner muscles clenching almost painfully. He opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss, and then moved his hands to the edge of her shirt and started to slowly lift it up.

“That’s it, baby. Be with me, and let me have every part of you.” He sounded frantic with his need. He was grinding his erection into her, and a gasp left her as she let her head fall back against the wall.

Shoshanna didn’t answer, couldn’t even find her voice at the moment. And then he took a step back, his head downcast and his gaze trained right on her, his breathing so hard. For several seconds they stood there, and then Shoshanna licked her lips and knew she didn’t want to postpone this.

In one fluid motion she pulled her shirt up and over her head, and he moved his gaze up and down her body. She didn’t feel embarrassed that she was bigger than she had been before the baby was born. She also didn’t care that she now had some stretch marks, had more rolls than she liked, or that she had dips and hollows on her body she’d like to cover up.

She didn’t care because the way Toby stared at her told Shoshanna he liked what he saw.

“Damn, baby.” He ran a hand over his face, stared at her breasts that weren’t restrained by anything, and bigger now that she was breastfeeding the baby. She had never liked how she looked naked, not really, but when she was with Toby she felt like the most gorgeous woman on the planet. “I want to fucking devour you.” And then he was right in front of her again, kissing her, licking her lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth as he ground his erection into her bare belly now.

They deepened the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, not even caring that they were in the hallway. But the thought of a bed, of Toby above her, the weight of his muscles pressing down on her, sent a thrill through her. She broke away from him, and he took a step to the side.

He must have known what she wanted because he took her hand in his and led her down the hallway. Right before they made it to their bedroom he stopped and had her pressed against the wall again, his mouth right back on hers.

“I just can’t help myself with you,” he said against her mouth.

Her panties were most definitely wet, and her clit throbbed. It felt so good. He felt so good pressed against her. He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down her throat, sucking at the base of her neck.

She breathed out his name, because that was as far as her voice would travel.

“Tell me what you want,” Toby said and pressed his erection into her belly especially forcefully. A gasp left her at the contact and intensity. God, she wanted this so bad.

“I want you inside of me.” She swore she felt his cock jerk behind his pants. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it into the bedroom, because in the next few seconds Toby was stepping back and all but tearing his shirt off. He went for the button and fly of his jeans, and once he had his pants off she took in the sight of him in only his boxer briefs.

Hell, his body was so toned, so ripped and defined that she couldn’t even feel her heart beating at the moment. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been together sexually since she had been pregnant, but since the baby was born they had abstained from sex for the recommended six weeks. That seemed like an eternity when the object of her lust-filled thoughts liked to walk around in only his underwear half the time.

His black hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes were still half-lidded. But it was his body that had her transfixed. And all she could do was stare at the hard outlines of his muscles, at the way his shoulders were so broad, and how his pecs were defined. His abdomen was rippled from his six-pack and framed by that V of muscle that disappeared beneath his underwear.

And his flesh, God, his tattooed flesh was golden in color. It called to her in a very primitive, female way. She leaned her head closer to his pec, ran her tongue along his nipple ring, and felt his shiver.

He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection that was only held in place by the thin layer of his underwear. “You can’t do that or I’ll come in my underwear like a damn teenager.”