Page 77 of A Sky Full Of Stars

“It’s mirrored,” Thomas says with a knowing smile. “We can see out but they can’t see in.”

Jesus. My entire body tingles as the idea of that hits me, and I’m torn between letting a past memory ruin this moment, or using this moment to erase it.

Thomas frowns and moves to stand up, but I push him down, decision made.

Erase it.“I want this.”

Stifling a groan, Thomas wastes no time removing my pants, but when his fingers slip into my panties, he slows, gliding them down my legs, his lips brushing over my skin in the opposite direction, inching closer to my center. I step out of my thong, and Thomas grabs my ankle, lifting my leg to the arm of the couch, opening me up for better access. When his face meets my glistening core, a guttural groan rips from within him, and this time, he has no chance of stopping it. He unabashedly stares with a feral look of desire that has me clenching in anticipation as a wanton need pools between my legs.

Sucking in a breath, I prepare myself for his onslaught, but the first lick is like torture. Taking his time, he slowly runs his tongue through my heat, rolling it around, before flicking my most sensitive area. My legs buckle, but I hold strong, flattening one hand against the glass for balance as I sink the other into his hair.

Thomas lets out a string of grunts when I tug at his locks, then abandons his edging, curling his fingers around my legs, spreading me wider as he guides his tongue back to my core.

He alternates between fast and slow licks, working me into a frenzy as I fight to stay afloat. The more his tongue swirls, the harder it is to hold back, and it’s not long before I’m rolling my hips against his face, chasing the release I so desperately need.

But just as my pleasure builds, Thomas rips his mouth away from me and sucks in a breath, hitting me with a wicked grin. I open my mouth to yell at him, but he lowers his face again, gently biting the inside of my leg at the same time he eases a finger inside me. I cry out as the intensity of the pleasure overwhelms me, and the sensation builds to an intoxicating level.

He continues to nibble at my skin, working his way back to my center as he pumps his fingers inside me, and I’m torn between begging him to stop and never wanting it to end.

My head falls back and I stifle a moan, but when he bites down on my clit, I lose all control, screaming out his name as my orgasm hits me, sending me flying over the edge.

Thomas continues to lick me through my release, and it’s not until my legs give way and I start to fall that he pulls back to catch me.

“Now that’s a high I never want to come down from,” he says as he stares into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze making my insides squirm. “God, you’re beautiful when you come apart like that. Please tell me I can do that again?”

I nod because I don’t have the energy to do anything else, and before I’ve had a chance to come down from my own high, Thomas lifts me off my feet and spins me around before lowering me to the couch, hovering above me.

“Good answer, because I need us naked. Now.”

I want to agree, to tell him I need that too, but the words get stuck in my throat when he glides his shirt over his head, giving me a view of the sculpted body I’ve always imagined. And just like I pictured, he’s built like a god.

I want to get my fill of him, to spend hours marveling in his beauty, but he lowers himself again, pressing his mouth to mine as he smiles. An unfamiliar warmth spreads through me, and for the first time in forever, I feel completely at ease.

“Lainey,” Thomas whispers against my lips. “I—”

A siren blares into the room, startling us both, before an announcement tells us to evacuate the building.

Thomas drops his forehead to mine as he groans, and I feel his anger down to my bones. “Ignore it,” he rasps until the sirens change, becoming louder and more frantic, reminding us they’re not going away.

“Come on. I don’t want to die before I’ve found my purpose,” I joke, but it falls flat when Thomas’s expression fills with concern.

“Relax. I’m kidding, but we should go.”

“I hate that you’re right,” he complains, and I can’t help but giggle as he sulks before standing up and stalking toward the bathroom.

He takes his time doing God knows what, while I rush to get dressed, and yet, he meets me at the door barely seconds after I get there.

My brows furrow as I work my messy hair into a bun, frustrated by his effortless but well put together look, while I look like I just woke up…or had sex.

“We need to split up,” I say, ignoring the hot mess that I am, picturing the media circus that’s already gathering below, undoubtedly prepared for anything at the Seattle team hotel.

Thomas holds back a groan as he opens the door, his frustration clear as day. “I’m not sending you off on your own in an emergency situation,” he snaps, making me laugh.

“My car’s in the parking garage across the street. I was going to leave soon anyway. You only had a couple of hours, remember?” Thomas opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “Ifthere’s no emergency there, I’ll jump in the car and drive home.” There’s a chance this is just a standard drill or burnt toast, and I’d rather not have to hang out on my own waiting.

With a lift of his brow, Thomas challenges me as I slip past him into the hall, gripping my elbow as I walk. “And if they’re evacuating the parking garage?”

I playfully roll my eyes, shaking him off. “I’m capable of standing alone and waiting it out. I can even text you if it puts your mind at ease.”

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