Page 41 of August

“I understand. I do.” Her chin quivered, and he touched his lips to the corner of her mouth before kissing her cheek.

“I don’t know what the hell this is, Gig. But I’m all fucking in.”

Her breath hitched. “You don’t need to make me any promises.”

“I’m not.” He practically ground out the words then dipped his mouth to her ear. “But I’m here right now and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Me either.”

He splayed his hand over the lower part of her spine, relishing the way that, from palm to fingertips, it nearly covered her back.

She started exploring beneath his briefs and gripped his shaft. Hunger pulsed through him. There’d be no more conversation.

He licked and sucked the skin beneath her ear as her fingers teased his cock in a mind-bending rhythm, driving him to the brink of insanity.

He turned her so her back faced the mattress then brought his fingers to one of the thin straps at her shoulders and peeled down her shirt.

“Is this okay?” he asked, as he nipped her earlobe.

She nodded, mumbling words to urge him on. Exposing her breast, he swept his thumb over the hard nub.

“Mmm.” She ground her pelvis against him.

“I love it when you’re ready.” He lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as she held his head in place. He circled his tongue around the pebble-hard flesh.

Yearning heated his body. He needed to get her naked. Immediately. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he pulled the material over her head in one swoop.

Her breasts jiggled free, gorgeous, pink-tipped orbs, one of them still glistening from his kisses. Her brown locks hung in loose waves around her shoulders. Her lips were full and plump, and her fuck-me eyes were blinking heavily.

“Goddamn,” he hissed.

She reached for him, but he caught her hands and took her down to the bed. A small giggle erupted from her as he caged her beneath his weight. Her laugh turned to a moan of delight as she raced her fingers up his spine, making his skin tight with gooseflesh.

He kissed her mouth before making his way down to her abdomen. She shivered when he got to her navel, and he smiled as he tugged off her pants.

He knelt on the bed between her ankles and traced the lacey cotton of her panties. A blush crept up her cheeks, making him glad he’d left the curtains open. The moonlight allowed him some visibility. She drew up one of her knees, accentuating the sleek, sexy tone of her thigh.

Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of her knee then made his way up her thigh, keeping his eyes on her.

Her expression changed from shyness to desire. She let her leg fall open as he cupped the outside of her ass. He brought his lips to the small triangle of material and dragged his tongue toward her center.

She spasmed beneath him and he smiled, enjoying the effect he had on her. Then he lifted the edge of her panties and let out a groan. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She withered. “August.”

He chuckled at her chastising tone. “Oh, right. You don’t want me to touch you. I forgot.” With her panties moved to the side, he dragged the pad of his middle finger down her slit.

She choked out a gasp.

“Do you want me to touch you, Gig?” He stroked again.

Her eyes rolled back. “Yes,” she purred. “Oh god, yes.”

“With my fingers or my mouth?” He brought his face close to her sex and inhaled her sweet, dewy scent.

“Both.” The word came out strong and demanding, and fuck, he loved the way she commanded.

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