“Mmm,” I groan when I find an area just under her ear that still smells exactly like it’s supposed to. “He missed a spot.”
I lick at her before nipping her throat in anger. She whimpers, forcing me to soothe the sting with the suction of my mouth. Once I start, it’s impossible to stop. Focused on alternating licking with comforting kisses, I miss that her hips are undulating under me. There’s no rhythm to her movements, no practiced skill.
“Does he know how precious you are?” I growl against her neck before shoving his shirt up and over her head.
“Do you?” she counters halfheartedly.
My mouth would go dry if the brush of my nose over her lacy bra didn’t make me salivate like a malnourished dog staring at a steak.
“Open your eyes!” she screeches, but I’m too far gone to even care if someone can hear her.
“No,” I seethe as my nose nudges the fabric away from her skin.
Temptation taunts me, urging me to open my eyes. Just one peek, one quick glance of her naked skin would be enough to fully awaken the darkness inside of me. I won’t allow it.
“I’m dreaming,” I mumble as her pebbled nipple tickles my lips.
“I didn’t have sex with him.”
“I saw you kiss him.” She squeals when I suck on her tit roughly.
I’d like to think I’d be able to stop if I truly believed she didn’t want this, but the continuous flex of her slim hips, as if she’s trying to gain purchase to get off, is a sign I haven’t taken things too far. Yet.
“You reek of him.”
The biting and sucking continue, across her chest to her other nipple and up the other side of her neck.
“Puppy. Vomit. Shower.” She’s been reduced to one-word sentences, and if I weren’t high on her and drunk on the whiskey still rushing through my blood, I might be cognizant enough to understand what she’s trying to tell me and put an end to this. But then the delicate scent of her arousal overpowers the stench he has left behind on her skin, and I’m manic, hips flexing against her center.
“Not enough,” I grunt, reaching down and shoving his sweats out of my way. My fingers tease the edge of the lace, and once again I’m fighting the urge to open my eyes. In my mind, the lace covering her delicate flesh is the softest shade of pink, but in reality, they’re more likely black.
“More,” she whimpers, and I know I’m taking things too far.
I haven’t crossed the point of no return, even though I’m standing at the fucking line with one foot already dangling over the motherfucker.
“Please, Briar. He didn’t touch me. No one has touched me there.”
Her confession, fuck if it isn’t almost enough. I tease the edge of lace one last time before pulling my hand away, shoving down my boxers, and settling over her once again.
She whimpers, the sweetest, neediest sound I’ve heard her make.
“Hold still,” I command as my hips flex against hers. She doesn’t. Of course, she fucking doesn’t. The second the heat of my bare cock touches the thin lace of her panties she’s writhing against me, rubbing her damn pussy up and down the length of me. I relish in the harsh, abrasive irritation of the fabric against the underside of the head.
“Yes,” she moans just before my face angles down.
Her panting breaths become mine as our foreheads meet. Lips inches apart, we breathe each other in.
“Molly,” I hiss as my nuts tighten, imminent orgasm making itself known.
“I love you,” she whispers just as her body quakes under mine.
Spurt after spurt of heat erupts from my cock, but that doesn’t stop the grinding, the restless flexes of both of our bodies. It does nothing to quench my need for her.
Our mouths meet in a rush. The slide of her tongue on mine isn’t enough. Neither is the warmth of her body or the amazing scent of her pussy as it invades my nostrils and takes over my brain. It’ll never be enough. I’m almost tempted to slide down her body and lick her clean of both of our orgasms when dizziness sets in, and I nearly collapse on her.
“Don’t,” she whimpers softly against my mouth as I pull away. “I’m not ready to wake up yet.”
“Me either,” I assure her, but swing my weight to the side and fall clumsily to the bed. “I never want to wake up.”
I smile into my pillow as her soft lips meet my back in a delicate kiss.Chapter 19Molly
“Where the fuck have you been?”
Freezing at the sound of Lynch’s voice, I’m tempted to turn right back around and leave.
“Jesus,” I hiss, taking my time to close the door before facing him. “Do you ever sleep?”
“Do you always dodge my questions?”
“I was out.”
“Clearly.” He points a finger at my neck.