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The breath whooshes out of my lungs. There is no question. My head is a hot mess of yes-please and thank-you-very-much. I’m not the girl who’s rejected. In this moment, I’m the woman who’s good enough. The woman who’s wanted.

I step towards him, reach for his shoulders, crush myself against his hot body, and pull his head down for a kiss.

Chapter 14

Adeline

I’m fully dressed but I run my hands over David’s chest, letting his body heat soak into my palms. A fuzziness enters my head and seeps down my body. Hot molasses that leaves me ultra sensitive. My senses are attuned to only him.

“God, Adeline. What you do to me,” David rasps.

“What you do to me too,” I whisper.

He tucks his knuckle under my chin, tilts my head, and I give him my mouth. He kisses me slowly, as though we have all the time in the world. His fingers trace slowly up my arm, while his arm bands about my waist. He cups my cheek, slanting my head so our kiss can deepen.

He tastes of male spice and sin. His mouth devours me while his arms crush me. His fingers massage my flesh through clothing that is too bulky. Too tight.

David slides his hands beneath the coat I still wear. His daughter’s coat that I will give back when I leave. I won’t take anything from him except experience and the knowledge that a man like him wanted a woman like me.

“I want to take your coat off. Is that okay? May I undress you?” His gaze is heavy. He waits while his hands sear my shoulders.

I nod. Mute. He doesn’t waste time and slides the coat from my shoulders. It pools at my ankles. It’s blasphemy, a coat that expensive on the floor, but David doesn’t notice. He unbuttons my blouse, moving slowly, unwrapping me bit by bit. Freeing me of my clothing for our combined pleasure.

His knuckles graze my skin and cool air rushes on my chest as the shirt parts. He separates my shirt, baring me, holds my gaze before it drops to my chest.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, love,” he says.

I believe him. I feel beautiful when he looks at me like that. In that way that makes me think I’m the only person in the world. That I’m a choice he’s actively making.

His fingers circle my ribs and his thumbs graze my nipples that punch the flimsy material of my bra. I jerk as electric sensation zaps me.

“So sensitive,” he says as he draws his thumbs over my nipples again, watching my reaction.

Wet heat pools between my legs. I shift as my clit pulses. He’s only just beginning to touch me and I’m leaping out of my skin. I can barely think what’s coming, and then he draws the cups of my bra beneath my breasts, baring me to him.

His breath shudders. He leans down. His mouth sears my breast as he suckles my sensitive flesh. I cry out, head rolling back, and my legs buckle beneath me. David catches me, picks me up, and lays me on the bed. Cool air surrounds my breast, but not for long. He follows me down, laving my breast. Suckling. Teasing my flesh with lips, tongue, teeth. He massages the other one, plucking my nipple until I cry out, my fingers clenched in his hair as he devours me.

“You taste delicious,” David says, and I don’t know how he has the presence of mind to talk.

Arousal pulses between my legs. I want more. I pull his hair, unsure what I want. I’m nothing but a needy ache without a clue. A sweet ache extends through me, from the top of my head to the throbbing between my thighs.

“David. Please,” I say without knowing what I’m asking for.

“I’ll take care of you. Trust me,” he says.

I do trust him. It’s me he shouldn’t trust, but he moves down my body, reaching behind me to unzip my skirt and drawing it down my legs. I’m left in nothing but my bra that he pulled beneath my breasts and my soaked thong. He’s sure to see the wetness darkening the material.

His hands circle my thighs. He presses kisses to my stomach. My thighs. So light. So reverent it brings tears to my eyes. He tells me I’m beautiful as his fingers circle so close to my throbbing, wet, messy core.

“I want to touch you here. Take your panties off and let me kiss you. Tell me yes, love. Tell me you want me to kiss your pussy,” he says.

“Yes. Please,” I say. I’ll agree to anything David wants to do to me. Take my panties off. Check. Eat me out until next week. Double check. I’ll hand him a napkin if he needs it.

I part my thighs, baring the most intimate part of myself to him. He presses an open kiss to the small patch of material before his fingers slide beneath the elastic and draws my thong down my legs. He leans down, fingers denting my thighs, pushing my legs apart with his shoulders and I cry out in sheer pleasure when he places an open mouth kiss on my pussy.

A pulse starts deep in my core when his tongue slides through my seam and swirls my clit. His lips and tongue are hungry, and I’m happy to be his last meal. His touch sends sparks erupting through my body. My stomach rolls and a coil tightens inside me.

His tongue sweeps over my slit and I see stars, actual stars, behind my clenched eyes when he suckles my clit. I talk, but it’s babble and when he eases his finger into me while he licks me like I’m rocky road ice cream. The coil breaks. My muscles lock. My back arches. My mouth falls open. My scream is silent.

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