Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“What do you want?” she whispers.
Does she really not know? How can that be?
I step around to face her, cupping her cheeks. Her soft skin feels like silk against my rough hands, and I can’t help but gently run my thumb over her full bottom lip. She parts her lips, letting me feel her breath, and that small give tells me everything I need to know. I bend down, and just before I kiss her, I answer, “You.”
The kiss is gentle as I taste her, memories flooding back to my mind and my body. I remember our very first kiss—full of sparks and hunger as our hands explored each other. But oddly, I don’t remember our last kiss. It’s one of those things you don’t recognize the importance of at the time because it’s one of many. It’s not until later that you realize you’ve forgotten to file that memory away.
I won’t make that mistake again.
I make note of her every nuance—the slickness of the gloss on her lips, the minty breath she’s breathing into me, the tiny noise she makes in the back of her throat.
God, I’ve missed her.
I’ve dreamed of this hundreds of times over the past year, but now, it’s real. This is my chance to remind her why we’re so good together.
I let my hands trace over her curves as I drop to my knees before her. Sitting back on my heels, I look up the length of her body, and I’m not ashamed to say, I beg, “Please . . .”
She bites her lip, uncertain, but shifts her legs apart for me.
Relieved and eager, I run a fingertip up her inner thigh until I reach the silkiness of her panties. They’re soaked through. That slickness had better not be for her date because it’s mine, all mine. Hunger rises up in me, swift and strong. I need to taste her . . . now.
I push her skirt up, revealing her. She’s wearing her usual silk panties, not her extra-sexy ones. The knowledge that she wasn’t dressing for sex with Oliver is the slightest balm to my heart, and then the idea floats away as I inhale her, breathing her in.
I nuzzle into her cleft with my nose, easily finding her clit and burrowing my face there. “Mmm . . . ,” I groan. I pull the wet silk to the side to look at her heaven, and spread her slickness over her clit with my thumb, circling it gently.
I hear her sigh of pleasure as she lets go. I slip my arm beneath one thigh, lifting it to my shoulder and holding her securely. She steadies herself with both hands dug into my shoulders, with those damn nails fucking ruining me.
I tease over her whole core with my tongue, lapping up her hot sweetness. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I confess and then sink my tongue between her lips, thrusting it inside to get more. I lay a gentle kiss to her clit, a promise to take good care of it, and then circle it with my tongue the same way I did my thumb.
I drink her down, driving her wild with my tongue and mouth until her hips are bucking into me for more. I want to drag it out so this never ends, but at the same time, I want to remind her why we’re so good together. I can help her come now, and then do it again . . . and again . . . and again. Surely then she’ll see.
She’s meant to be mine.
Because I’m already hers. I have been for so fucking long.
I’m focused on her sounds of pleasure when a sharp ring interrupts. “Oh, that’s . . . my phone,” Wren pants. “I have to get that.” She moves her leg from my shoulder, stretching to reach her phone on the hallway table.
Seriously?
She scrambles to push the button on the screen and answers with her work voice, “Hello, this is Wren.”
She’s quiet for a moment, listening, and then begins trying to right her clothes one-handed. Like she’s done with what we’re doing.
“Oh, of course. No problem, Oliver.”
My entire body goes tight with those three syllables. Ol-i-ver. She’s talking to him? She stopped me from giving her pleasure to answer his call?
Fuck that.
I grab her leg and throw it back on my shoulder, yanking her panties to the side. She makes a sound of surprise and looks down. I glare up at her from between her legs, daring her to stop me.
“I’m fine. Just . . . uhm, stumbled in my heels a bit,” she lies. To me, she mouths, “Jesse!”
I keep her pinned in place with my arms and our eyes locked together as I lick her again. I devour her roughly, giving her no time to build up or for me to savor the tease. I take her right back to the edge as quickly as I can.