He picked one up, holding it out to her. His hands gripped her waist with a force that felt both possessive and desperate, dragging her down onto his lap as he sat on the couch. Her hands instinctively rose to his chest, fingers splaying over the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, and she shuddered as he leaned down, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “God, I missed you.”
His arms tightened around her, lifting her off the ground for a brief moment before setting her back down. Laura’s nails raked down his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake, and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “That should last until I can book us a flight to go get more.” Read 74631 times |
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