Page 71 of Sugar Coated Secrets

I chuckle again. “I promise nothing will get you. We’ll take the speedboat and leave if you get uncomfortable.”

She picks at her fingernail. “I might be okay with that.”

I brush a loose strand from her face.

Her lips part with an uneven breath, and she goes still, her gaze locked with mine.

“I want to kiss you so badly.”

“You do?”

“I’ve been thinking about it all day.” I lean a bit closer.

“You have? I thought…”

I know what she thought. That I got some and I’m done. “Yesterday was just the start of us having fun. There’s so much more I want to do with you and to you.”

She visibly swallows, but her lips part again with her shallower breaths. She likes it when I talk to her like this. I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me for a kiss. My lips meet hers with gentle pressure. I take it slow and slip my tongue inside her sweet mouth for a taste. It’s like kissing a sugary spiced apple.

I sink my fingers into her hair, the strands like silk. I hope she isn’t mad if I mess up her bun. She places one hand on my chest and the other on my cheek. The touch of her dainty hand in that affectionate way triggers emotions deep inside me.

Sex has always been about release and the physical act. I don’t catch feelings. I never have, but Sadie stirs them inside me. She’s secured a place in my life, imprinted herself on me without even trying. I have no idea what to do with these emotions or how long they’ll last, so every time they appear, I ignore them. But when she touches me like this, so fondly, my guard comes down and they seep back in.

Little breathy sounds escape her as I work my tongue at different angles, pleasing her in different ways. She leans closer, erasing the small distance I’ve kept between us. I stand and pull her hair. Her bun comes loose as I tug her head back, then I claim her lips with a possessive kiss, no longer being gentle. She might not know it, but she likes it a bit rough.

I’ve never been much of a kisser. It’s not necessary to fuck. But when it comes to Sadie, I can’t get enough. I could kiss her all day, every day. She’s that addictive.

She slides her fingers up my arm to my flexing biceps. She wants to stand, I can tell, but I’m not ready to let her. I give her all she needs and more, until she’s moaning in my mouth, lapping at my tongue, and gripping me tighter with both hands. I love when she moans and loses herself to me.

Changing tactics, her hand goes to the button of my pants.

“Uh-uh.” I chastise her. “Tonight is about you.”

“Me? How?” She looks confused. I bet Dash made it all about him all the time. Wasn’t it like that in everything they did?

I smirk down at her and grip the hem of her shirt. “Do you trust me?”

She nods and licks her lips.

I remove her shirt and her bra, tossing them on the floor. Her nipples pucker tightly against the slight chill in the air. I’ll fix that soon enough.

She reaches for my shirt.

I shake my head and grab her hips, hoisting her onto the counter before I feast on her breasts. I suck her nipple into my mouth.

She lets out a throaty moan that’s sexy as hell. “Easton.”

I love when she calls my name. She cups the back of my head when I take the other nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and giving it a good hard suck.

She bucks. “Oh God.”

“Not God, Sadie. Me.” I grab her chin and make her look at me. “I’m the one pleasing you. I want my name on your lips. Only my name.”

She nods, looking so sweet and sexy on the counter, her pert tits bare and mine for the tasting.

I ease her down to lie on her back, shove the stool away with my foot, and kiss her flat tummy. My tongue dips into her belly button while I use my fingers to pinch her nipples.

She squirms beneath me, her hand in my hair.

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