Page 26 of Clubs

Devious still, smirking, he leaned in for one more kiss. Then he pulled away, tugged his shirt over his head, and hopped into the water with a splash.

Laughing, I playfully smacked his shoulder. “You’re getting me all wet.”

“Oh, believe me, ol boaluahe.” Grinning up at me, shaking the water off his damp brown curls, his fingertips found my thighs. Ever so slightly, he inched my dress up my lap until cold snow touched the backs of my thighs. As he nudged them apart, then kissed my knee, butterflies flapped in my belly. Big brown eyes smiling up at me, he stretched my legs a bit wider. “You’ll be dripping soon.”

Another chuckle escaped me. “What’re you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He stretched my legs even wider, pressing another kiss to my inner thigh. “Just relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

He dipped lower in the water, draping my knees over his shoulders. Again, he tugged my knees apart. “You’re quite tense, actually.”

“I am not—”

His fingers slipped all the way to my cunt, and he gently traced a fingertip down my slit.

A soft sigh fell from my lips, pleasure building from that one touch.

“Now you’re relaxing,” he murmured, kissing my thigh again. The stiffness of my legs eased over his shoulders when he did it again, traveling further and further north. His finger kept tracing slowly from my clit to my cunt, but that was all he gave me. The most ginger caress. Enough to make me gasp, enough to make me feel good, but not close to enough to make me climax. “This doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Everything else he’d said had a smart ass edge to it. Not that. It was genuine concern.

Gulping in a breath, holding it there, I shook my head.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered, kissing again, this time only inches from my pussy.

I nodded.

With a smile, he kissed one more time. “Now lean back, and just breathe, ol boaluahe.”

I swallowed. “What’re you doing?”

“Aside from making you feel good?” he asked. I nodded, but he didn’t respond. That hand that’d been teasing my cunt came to my hips. He hauled me closer to him, ducking lower. Eyes still one mine, he kissed again, but this time, on my clit. When I heaved in a breath, he let his tongue sneak through. Gently, slowly, he traced the tip in a circle around my clit. My mouth dropped with pleasure, awed by just how magnificent that felt. He kissed again, this time with no tongue, then whispered against me, “Tasting you.”

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My eyes eased open. A white popcorn ceiling stared back at me, lit by the early morning, boring, yellow sun. The ceiling fan overhead spun, casting a chill over me.

Damn it.

Of all the times to wake up, it had to be then? Sure, my hand was in my pants, but that was nothing compared to Drogo’s tongue.

But it wasn’t even the pleasure of that dream that made it so intense. We’d barely gotten to the fun part.

It was the intimacy. No matter how much I liked my self care, I couldn’t feel that on my own. The connection between Drogo and Anise, the chemistry and tenderness, was what I craved.

And lucky for me, the modern Drogo hugged me from behind. Also lucky for me, his length was already firm against my ass.

Rolling over, I touched my lips to his. He grumbled something indistinguishable, and I kissed him again. At his lips, I whispered, “Baby.”

Another grumble.

Kissing again, I lifted a leg around his hips and ground against him. His hand found my waist. He kissed me back, but nuzzled closer. Hopefully because he didn’t realize what I was trying to do and not because he was turning me down.

“Baby,” I whispered against his lips.

“Hm?” Bringing my waist closer to his, he kissed me again, but stayed in his early morning haze.

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