I took the fork from her and scooped some onto it. “Here. Taste.”
Nearly died when she moaned around the fork, the way her eyelids drifted closed.
Savoring.
“See. You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted. A fleck of sugar was stuck to the corner of her bottom lip. Edging forward, I licked it clean.
“Delicious,” I murmured at her mouth, and she was moaning again, her fingers locking themselves in the skin of my shoulders. I kissed her a little deeper, and that sweet tongue slid against mine. Slowly this time. Like she was savoring me just the same as she was savoring the pie.
Pulling back, I dug the fork back into the pie and slipped another bite into her mouth.
She chewed slowly, watching me.
The air shifted between us.
Charged.
That current coming alive.
I swore that this girl emitted her own kind of gravity.
I dove back in.
Tasting her mouth.
Her tongue.
Her lips.
Relishing.
Wondering how a single moment could feel this good.
She took a fistful of my hair, nudging me back so she could take the fork and feed me another bite. She watched me chewing while my fingers tapped across the top of her thigh and to the inside. I brushed my fingertips along the edge of the lace that covered her.
A whimper, and she was feeding me more, just as I was pushing those panties aside, exposing her pussy, which was just as delicious as the rest of her. Wet and throbbing. I slicked my fingers through her slit, circling them around her engorged clit, my eyes never leaving her face while I rolled that pie around on my tongue.
“Rex.”
“Yeah?” I rumbled, not minding a bit when she was feeding me another bite. With my free hand, I gripped her knee and hooked her heel on the edge of the table, teasing her the whole time, before two of my fingers were pressing inside the warm well of her body. Her walls clamped down, throbbing and needy. I began to drive them in and out, the girl all spread out on the table, as delectable as her dessert.
She cried out when I pulled my fingers free, and then I watched her eyes glaze over when I dipped those fingers in the pie and lifted it to her mouth.
“Oh . . . God . . . what . . .” It was all a strangle of words as I pressed my fingers between those lush, full lips.
The girl sucked them clean.
“A little dirty and a whole lot sweet. Just the way I thought you’d be,” I said, gruff and hard.
She moaned. The sound vibrated around my fingers, and I ripped them free. In the same second, I was grasping the back of her neck and jerking her forward. I kissed her mad while my fingers went back to work, sliding deep and sure, because shit, I wasn’t leaving this house without driving this girl just as wild as she was driving me.
She gasped when I suddenly had her by the outside of both thighs, spreading her wide. I licked her up and down. Her clit. Her ass. Everywhere in between.
Hands fisted in my hair, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was guiding me to her clit. “Please. I can’t . . . I need you.”
I lapped and sucked as she continued to whisper incoherent words.
Her own kind of praise.
The girl nothing but the tease of perfection that I held in the grasp of my hands.
I pulsed my fingers into her, letting my other hand wander along the crease of her ass, the girl releasing all these shocked sounds of pleasure into the air.
Feeding that gravity.
Making it feel like it just might be impossible for either of us to walk away. She came with a cry. With her fingers curling in my hair. With her heart manic and her breaths harsh.
And mine. Mine ached and wished this chance were one I should actually take.
She slumped forward.
Shaking.
Boneless.
Standing, I slid an arm under her legs and the other under her back, and carried her back upstairs to her room.
The whole way, I prayed I wasn’t making the biggest fucking mistake I’d ever made.
23
Rynna
Shooting upright, I clutched the sheet to my bare chest and struggled to pull in a breath. A deep sense of dread echoed from my bedroom walls. This unsettled feeling that something was off. I squinted through the play of shadows outside my window where daylight slowly breached the sky.
It took me all of two seconds to realize what was amiss.
I was alone.
After what had happened between Rex and I last night, I’d hoped to wake up in the safety of his arms, praying he’d found some of that same security in mine, too. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so helpless than when I’d woken to find him flailing and jerking in my bed, lost to some kind of torment I couldn’t understand.