She was staring at me the whole time I thought this, staring with hungry hazel eyes and a hungry mouth and those t**s so perky and soft under her shirt.
“Tonight,” I told her. “We have this. Then no more.”
She nodded, then swallowed, as if her mouth were dry. I watched her throat move.
“Get on your knees,” I said hoarsely.
She scrambled to obey, kneeling in between my legs and peering up at me through the long, dark lashes that haunted my waking thoughts.
“Take your shirt off.”
She pulled the cotton shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor, and I had to fist my hands in my sweatpants to keep from tackling her and screwing her brains out, because holy f**k, were those breasts perfect. Cream-pale with dark pink n*****s, small enough to cover with a fingertip, but large enough th
