Page 97 of Catching Sparks

I flick her clit over and over again, zeroed in to every reaction and mewled noise she makes when I do. The intensity of her shakes grows harder, becoming full jerks of her body, and I pick up my pace. Alternating between sucks and licks, I don’t give her clit any reprieve.

“Yes, yes. Yes! Right there. Almost. Almost . . .” she whines, hips jerking hard enough I’d have been able to tell what she wants without the words.

But fuck. Her words tear me up. They wrap around my aching cock and stroke. I’m on the edge, the feral side of my mind howling in satisfaction.

I release her right cheek and swat at it. She drips against my mouth, and I do it again. And again, each strike growing harder. After the fifth slap, her thighs tighten, and her body grows stiff, like her muscles have frozen.

With another flick at her clit, she springs back to life. Her pussy quivers, and I know if I could slip a finger inside of her, she’d be clenching, squeezing it tight in an attempt to keep it buried there.

“Coming, coming, coming,” she mumbles vacantly.

I steal a breath through my nose and bury my tongue inside of her, desperate to taste her cum. I’m not left wanting, and I groan against her cunt.

“Garrison,” she whimpers, the muscles in her thighs relaxing as she tries to lean back to give me space.

I smack her ass in punishment, shaking my head beneath her. “Not done. I want what I’ve earned.”

Her breath hitches, but no words follow. She lets me clean her up with my tongue, careful not to touch her oversensitive clit as I finish up.

By the time I’m done, she’s hovering above me again, and I grin, feeling intoxicatingly blissed-out. My mouth is wet, and it pains me to wipe at my face once she moves down my body and plants herself on my lap.

Her cheeks are pink, eyes hazy, blinking quickly in an attempt to make them focus. “Wow.”

“Fucking wow,” I echo.

I set my hands on her thighs and brush my thumbs over them. Her weight on my legs is a comfort, and I make no move to get up just yet.

“I’ve never sat on anyone’s face before,” she admits.

“Good.”

Her giggle wraps around my heart and squeezes. “Have you always been this possessive?”

“No. No one has ever been worth the effort of being possessive over them. Not until you. The thought of you with anyone but me feels like a cruel joke.”

She lowers her eyes, fingers toying with the two unbuttoned buttons on my shirt. Spreading the material apart, she draws a line down the top of my sternum.

“I didn’t expect this today.”

“You should always expect surprises from me. From now until . . .” I cut myself off before I speak the final word.

Forever.

It’s not plausible. Not right now. Our future come the end of my time in Cherry Peak is undecided.

Poppy nods, reading my mind. We both know there’s a lot more to talk about, but that will come later.

When we’re both ready for that conversation.

34

POPPY

I roll my lips, alternating crossing my left leg over my right instead of the right over left, fidgeting again. My ears stopped popping a few minutes after we took off, and once the pilot’s voice rings out, telling us we’ve made it to altitude, there’s an automatic change in the air.

As amazing as those few minutes with Garrison were in the bedroom before takeoff, we still have unfinished business. There’s a box with a thick red ribbon still unopened and tucked inside one of the cabinets with all the other gifts I’m curious about and an ache between my legs that was only mildly sated with his mouth despite the blood-singing orgasm.

I can blame the desire for more on a plethora of things, stemming from his good looks, to how long we’ve gone without each other, and straight-up sexual chemistry. But there’s a simpler explanation for it.

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