Clara woke up when she heard pans clanging in the kitchen. ‘Shit!’ she thought, ‘Now, I can’t deny where I slept last night. Those two probably saw us wrapped around each other already.’
The plan was to get back to bed and sleep beside Heather last night, but all that heavy kissing got to her, and damn if she was going to leave him alone, looking all hot and delicious, lying on her couch.
How could she leave when he moaned every time she touched a part of his upper body? It was the reason she had stopped him last night. Because, given the chance, she would have given him free rein to do whatever he wanted with her, right there on her couch. She didn’t want her first time with him in full view of everyone and within hearing distance of her brother and Heather.
She could already feel herself getting tingly, just thinking of touching him. ‘Lick him,’ said something in her dirty mind as she trailed her fingers along his shoulders down to his chest.
