Chapter 42 #2
She didn’t close her eyes. Fuck, no. Not his woman. She kept them open, fixed on him like she wanted to watch him ruin her.
Oh, she was a watcher? If so, then he was about to give her a front-row fucking performance.
He slid his hands to her knees, pushed her thighs wide, and buried his face between them, moving the pathetic scrap of lace aside with his nose.
Then he started kissing—lazy and filthy, yet reverently—right over her soaked lips.
Slow became greedy. Greedy became punishing.
Tongue, teeth, lips—he devoured, teased, nipped until she was grinding against his mouth like she needed friction to breathe.
“I’m about to—”
He slapped a hand over her mouth, her breath hot against his palm. Clearly not liking being told what to do, she bit down. Hard.
“Fuck baby, you can bite me anywhere you’d like, but remember the house has thin walls.”
She froze, eyes cutting down to him. “Quiet. Got it. Now faster—am I speaking your language?”
Jesus—he loved it when she got bossy like that. It went straight to his dick.
He slid a finger into her slick heat and she arched off the bed, a tremor ripping up her spine like she’d been plugged into a socket.
“More.”
He zeroed in on that spot and curled his fingers, tongue still circling her clit until her whole body locked up, muscles banded tight, pulse screaming toward detonation. Good wasn’t enough—he wanted her wrecked—so he slid in a second finger and drove deeper.
She was a beautiful mess—breathing hard, thighs shaking, voice shredded.
“Make me come,” she said in quiet demand.
He looked up at her like she’d just handed down a commandment. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Harder,” she ordered, tightening her legs around his shoulders.
He obeyed, thrusting his fingers faster, curling viciously against that spot.
“Now suck.”
He wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked like she’d rewired his brain.
“More pressure.”
His fingers hammered. His tongue bore down.
“That’s it,” she breathed, sinking her nails into his scalp. “Don’t stop until I say you can.”
Like he ever would. He doubled down—lips sealed, fingers stroking, wrist working relentless circles—until her rhythm went ragged and she wasn’t breathing right anymore.
“Right there,” she choked out. “Do not move even an inch or—oh—” Her whole body bowed off the bed. Her thighs clamped around his head, locking him in place. “That’s it—don’t you fucking stop—”
He kept his mouth on her, fingers driving until she shattered—coming hard, pulsing around his hand—a desperate, silent scream caught between her teeth.
He held her through every wave, licking her down gently when she finally sagged, limp and wrung-out, against the mattress—his favorite kind of ruin.
“That was fucking sexy,” he murmured, mouth brushing hers. Then he dipped down and stole a softer kiss, reverent and filthy all at once. “You’re fucking sexy.”
Her lashes fluttered, eyes a little glassy—wrecked in a way that made him go impossibly hard. “Around you I feel sexy.”
“Then stop hiding.”
And god bless her—she placed her folded arms behind her head and locked gazes with him like she was saying, “Come get it,” and he damn near growled.
He didn’t waste a second—dipping his head and taking her glorious breast into his mouth. First one and—because equality is a thing—then the other, worshiping her until her nipples were so tight he knew she was on the thin border between pleasure and pain.
He’d always been a tits-over-legs kind of guy, and these were the thesis statement.
She started to cover her stomach, nerves sneaking in. He caught her wrists, moved her hands above her head, and shook his head like she’d offended the universe.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
Color climbed into her cheeks—soft and sweet and so damn lethal that he had to kiss her again just to handle it. She slid her palms down his chest, fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweats like she was seconds away from yanking.
“So are you.”
He snorted, because what the hell else do you do when your heart glitches. “I’ve been called sexy, cocky, charming, a fucking mortal among men—take your pick. Never beautiful.”
She held his stare, unflinching. “Then no one was paying attention because you’re so much more than those labels.”
Elation punched up through him—a raw and inconvenient emotion he hadn’t felt since before his parents passed.
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t, so he kissed her instead. One kiss became two, became five, became a slow slide into something heated and wordless and hungry—mouths fusing, breaths tangling, talking without language.
He didn’t know how long he lay there with her naked in his arms, kissing like they needed it. When heat finally tipped into wildfire, he trailed his mouth down her throat to that breathtaking cleavage and ran his tongue along the valley just to hear her lose composure.
“Mmmm…” she hummed, unapologetically needy.
“You’re right. Perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “Every inch of you.”
She laughed breathlessly, fingers still in his waistband. “I feel underdressed. Or are you overdressed?”
He glanced down at his still-on briefs and grinned like a sinner caught red-handed. “Freckles, I’m one tug from fixing that problem.”
Before he could make another smart remark, she slid her hands down his sides, hooked her fingertips into the band, and shimmied them down his hips.
The pressure of her hands dragging his underwear lower had him swearing under his breath.
She pushed them past his thighs, then his knees, until they dropped to the floor.
He reached blindly for the nightstand drawer and came up with a box of condoms, a six-pack tearing free in his hand.
She stared at them, one brow raised. “Planning a marathon or did you think I invited friends?”
“Bought them after the other night. Wanted to be ready in case you climbed me again.”
That answer must have satisfied her, because she plucked one from his fingers and tore it open. Her hands were a mess of intention and distraction, sliding down his length under the guise of helping. It was not help, it was torture, and he welcomed every second of it.
Having her hands on him was a fantasy come to life. She was a fantasy come to life. One he wanted to pull out of imagination and into the real damn world.
When she finished rolling the condom down his length, she lay back, legs open, eyes daring him to claim what she was offering.
“Take me hard and fast.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He positioned himself, lowered his hips, and pushed into her slow and deep, sinking into heat that stole his breath and his balance. She clutched his shoulders and pulled him closer.
Welcome to reality.