“I know,” she admits. “He’s getting attached, and I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
I run my hand under her T-shirt and touch the softness of her stomach. “I’m already attached to you both. There’s nothing you can do about it.”
A blush hits her cheeks, and our mouths crash together. “I need to taste you,” I plead.
It takes no convincing. Katie stands up and quietly leads me to her bedroom. When we walk in, she locks her door and slowly undresses. I study her, drinking in her curves, and move her toward the bed.
She lies down, her hair splashing across the stark white blanket, and I feather kisses from her collarbone down to her inner thighs. Being the greedy little thing she is, Katie opens her legs wide, giving me full access. As soon as my mouth touches her, she hums and writhes.
