How she moans my name.
Hell, I’ll show her all right. Show her all I have, all I could fucking be for her. All I could give her, if things were different.
How I’d make her mine.
***
Her bra is pretty, but it has to go. I slip my arms behind her back, searching for the mysterious, hidden clasp, and then make my fingers bleed by trying to open it.
Then it comes apart and I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of her, exposed to me like this, her tits round and golden, the nipples dark. I run my hands down her body, parting the dress, and hell, she’s a goddamn wet dream.
I bend over her, licking and tasting, teasing her nipples until she moans and writhes underneath me. She tastes like she smells—of vanilla cream and almonds. Looks like I have a sweet tooth, I think randomly as I lightly bite her nipple and she squeals. Definitely.
Fuck, I need to come. Need to come inside her, mark her, fill her. Take her.
Shuddering, so damn hard my dick could drill through a wall, I kiss a trail between her breasts, down her quivering belly, down, down, until I can rip her panties off and settle between her legs, winking up at her.
Are you ready, baby?
My knee aches, my shoulder throbs, and I don’t fucking care. Wouldn’t trade my place for anything in the world.
She’s watching me from under lowered lashes, lower lip caught between white teeth, a flush spreading over her breasts and neck, rising to her cheeks. Unsure. A little scared. Turned on.
Sexy as hell.
I part her folds with my thumb. She’s so wet. I flick my thumb over her swollen clit, and she gasps, her hips lifting. I press them back down.
And I bury my face between her legs, tasting her, licking along her seam, jabbing my tongue inside her. Her b
reathing turns shallow, frantic. Her legs tense and tremble, closing over my shoulders, and her fingers tangle in my hair painfully. Her body arches, her sweetness floods my senses.
Jesus. She’s as close as I am, and the realization she’s about to come against my mouth is too much. Shifting, I lick her clit, circle it with my tongue, and slip a finger inside her. She’s tight, so tight, and gets tighter still as she gasps and clenches hard.
I can feel it, feel her everywhere, feel her pleasure as it cascades down her body and into mine.
“Seth.” Her breathless cry echoes in my ears.
Can’t hold back any longer. I reach down, grab my dick through my sweats, tug once, twice—and it’s all I can do not to howl as I jerk, my dick pulsing inside my sweats.
Oh fuck… I lay my head on her creamy thigh and come and come. It’s as if I haven’t come in years, the way my dick bursts, the way my body shakes, my balls trying to empty themselves to the last fucking drop.
Just because she’s here. So damn close. Because her taste is still on my tongue, her scent everywhere, her warmth against my arms, my cheek. Seeping into the cold, dark spaces of my soul, filling them with fire and light.
I know this is a bad idea, a goddamn terrible idea, in fact—and I don’t care. Don’t care how far I fall, not when her pulse ricochets through me, when she reaches for me and whispers my name.
Who cares about tomorrow? Never thought I’d have one, anyway. The present is the only thing that counts in my book.
Besides, with my luck and my past, it’s more than I deserve.
Chapter Fourteen
Manon
Whoa, what was that? Pleasure still rolls through me in great waves, my core clenching and unclenching, wanting more.
More of him.
Can’t believe how crazy good that was. Can’t believe he did that, that he went down on me, and…