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“Seeing you naked and writhing for me is something I only ever thought I’d see in my wildest fantasies. It’s so much fucking better than I imagined.” His words are a growl against my breast as he sucks and laps at my skin before he moves to do the same on the other side.

My mind catches on the way he worded that.

What does he mean, better than he imagined? Why did he make it seem like he’s been waiting forever for this? Is it possible… that he’s wanted me for longer than this arrangement?

A small part of me screams to be cautious as a dangerous seed of hope starts to form with his words. Luckily, all coherent thought leaves me when he kisses his way down my torso, stopping to dip his tongue in my belly button. I giggle wildly and push his head. “Rho! Stop it.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, Starling. If I only get you for a little while, I figure I should taste every part of you while I can.”

Something in my gut sours at his mention of how temporary this arrangement is, but I force it away and lock my feelings back into their pretty little box where they’ve comfortably sat for the last eight years. It still takes considerable effort to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth and swallow past the sudden dryness so I can answer him. “Don’t let me stop you, then. As long as I get to return the favor later.”

A wicked grin tilts the edges of his mouth, and he licks his full lips. “Promise?”

CHAPTER 18

RHODES

Wren looks so goddamn beautiful spread out for me. I wonder if I could implement a no-clothes rule for the rest of her time here, at least around the house. The way her eyes light with desire has me leaking precum into my boxers as I make good on my promise to taste every inch of her.

The apprehension doesn’t kick in until I finally reach her center. Outside of our rushed first time and the research I’ve done, I still have almost no experience or confidence in what I’m doing. What if she hates it and is too nice to tell me? What if I’m worse than a fumbling teenager?

Small hands frame my cheeks and pull me from my mini-crisis. “Where’d you go?” Wren’s sweet voice soothes some of my panic and staring into her startling blue eyes calms me further.

Laughing nervously, I kiss her and speak against her lips. “Will you, uh, tell me if I ever do something you don’t like?” My cheeks are on fire, but I know she would never judge me for my lack of experience.

“Oh, Roly-Coly, of course I will. But I promise I’ll love anything you do because it’s you.”

My heart nearly beats out of my chest, and I swear to God, I forget how to breathe. She probably only said it to reassure me, but it felt like more. Without responding, I pull back and trail open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh, using my hands to spread her legs even farther so I can fit my wide shoulders between them.

She whimpers when I briefly flick my tongue against her clit, and then I move to her other thigh so I can drop kisses up that one too. When I finally make it to her core, I toss her legs over my shoulders and dive in. I slowly lick up her drenched slit and dip my tongue into her tight hole before I shower extra attention on her clit. I’m gently circling it with just the tip of my tongue when she tugs on my hair lightly.

I look up. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her eyes are bright with arousal, her hair a disastrous halo of blonde on the pillow. I’m not sure she’s ever looked more beautiful.

“Flatten your tongue and use more pressure over my clit,” she begs.

I do as she asks, and I’m rewarded with another whimper as I add my fingers to the mix and gently thrust them into her. It’s not much longer before she clamps down and starts mindlessly begging and says she’s about to come.

“That’s my girl. Come on my tongue. I want to taste you for the rest of the day.”

Her pussy flutters around my fingers, and I know she’s right at the edge. Leaning down, I nip at her clit, and she goes off like a rocket, praising me as she cries out her release. I work her through it softly with my mouth and fingers until she pulls my head up and kisses me deeply.

I sweep my tongue into her mouth and grunt into the kiss. I’m hard as a fucking flagpole right now, but I wanted to get her out of her own head. I’ll take a cold shower and call it good.

“Wow.” Her breathless voice meets my ears and I grin. “You’re really good at following directions.”

With a snort, I drop kisses all over her face, ending with a long one on her luscious lips. “You’re talking to a professional baseball player, Starling. Of course, I’m good at following directions.”

She tries to push down my sweats, but I grip her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head. “Nuh-uh. This was about you, Wren. You needed to get out of your head, and I was more than happy to help you do that.”

She grins slyly and tugs her hands free. In an impressive show of strength, the darling woman pushes me on to my back and straddles my knees. “And what if this helps me get out of my head too?”

A wicked sense of déjà vu hits me. I’ve seen this exact moment play out in my dreams no less than a hundred times. Only the real thing is so much better. “I’m down for anything that helps you relax, Starling.”

Her smile is triumphant and sinfully sexy as she slides her hands beneath the waistband of my sweats and boxer briefs. The smooth skin of her fingers glides across my lower abdomen, sending a shiver down my spine and a pulse to my throbbing cock that makes me squirm.

Her eyes track the small movement as she jerks my sweats down, my dick slapping against my abs with force. Her beautiful eyes open a fraction wider, and she licks her lips, making me feel ten feet tall.

Wren places gentle kisses across my chest, flicking her tongue across my nipple as she passes, which forces an embarrassing sound from me. She traces the lines between my abs with her tongue, and my hips thrust up involuntarily. “Fuck, baby. That already feels so good.”

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