Page 68 of About Last Night

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

“This may take a while,” I say.

“The longer the better.”

“Challenge accepted.”

I place the first kiss on her forehead and trace her face with my lips. Then I trace her jaw with my tongue on my way to kissing and nibbling her long neck. Audrey’s hands are in my hair, and she cranes her neck to give me all the access I need to kiss every inch. I feel a moan vibrate in her throat, her pulse beat quickly in the soft hollow below her ear. I inhale deeply, the scent that has been tantalizing me at the most inopportune times: standing next to Audrey in the break room, sitting in her desk chair to leave a note and smelling her perfume that lingers on her vest she has draped over the chair back.

“Hmm, your mouth feels wonderful,” she purrs. “Bite my collarbone. Gently.”

I obey. She flinches slightly and her moan sends a surge of desire through me. It is such a turn-on to make love to a woman who knows what she wants and is confident enough to ask for it. I lift my head and our gazes meet. Her fingers are entangled in my hair and she’s massaging my head softly. “Tell me more,” I say.

“I want to see your dark hair fanned out across my pale skin while your tongue and mouth destroy me.” She quirks an eyebrow. “Over and over.”

“Fuck me, you are so sexy.”

She arranges my hair across her chest while I kiss my way down her stomach to settle between her legs. She moans and lifts her hips in encouragement. I kiss both inner thighs and pause, before touching the tip of my tongue to Audrey’s clit and pulling back. She makes a little noise, and I do it again, a little more contact, for a split second longer. I continue to tease her with touches and small, almost imperceptible licks on only her clit. Her frustration finally gets the best of her and she groans loudly.

“Tease,” she says. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I say.

Our gazes meet and her mouth turns up into the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. “Promises, promises,” she says.

For the next hour, I tease her with my mouth, tongue, fingers, and a small bullet vibe I tossed in my duffle with hope in my heart.

I take her to the edge four times, and bring her down, until she is whimpering my name and begging me to destroy her. I am on the edge myself, desperate for my own release.

I flip on my back and pull her on top of me. She straddles me, and the sight of her, flushed with desire, her nipples hard, is the most gorgeous goddamn sight I’ve ever seen.

I slide three fingers inside her and am going to press the vibe against her when she stops me.

“Come with me,” she says, her voice ragged and hoarse. She presses my hand, and the vibe, against my swollen clit.

I buck against her, my orgasm coursing through my veins like a tidal wave. Audrey clamps a hand over her mouth, but can’t restrain a long, low whine as she clenches around my fingers and drenches the palm of my hand, and shudders her release.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TONI

My family has always lived by the early to rise early to bed ethos and even though I got very little sleep last night, I’m wide awake at five thirty in the morning. I watch Audrey sleep next to me, her eyes moving back and forth beneath her lids. She’s dreaming about something. I hope it’s good.

I consider waking her. The pull to taste her again, to feel her hot and wet against my mouth, to hear her moan my name when my tongue lazily circles her clit, and her hiss of breath when I slide my fingers inside her, is almost impossible to resist. I suspected before but last night confirmed it; I will always want more of Audrey Adams.

My better angels win, again, and I don’t wake her. I don’t want to disturb her REM sleep.

When we had finally collapsed an hour or so ago from exhaustion, she mentioned how sore she would be in the morning.

“I’m sorry,” I said, though I wasn’t really.

“No, you’re not,” she said with a lazy, sated smile. “I’m not either. It is a very good kind of sore. Our little secret.” She kissed me on the cheek and rolled over, pressed her leg next to mine so we were still touching, and fell asleep almost immediately. So, she’s not a post-sex snuggler. I guess she can’t be perfect.

I fell asleep within two minutes, like usual, slept hard, and woke up at five thirty on the dot.

Our little secret.

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