Page 68 of The Charm of You

Austin finally slides my leggings ever so slowly down my thighs, taking my thong along for the ride, until I’m exposed. The chill in the air dances across my flushed skin and wetness, and I bite my lip.

Once my shoes and leggings are chucked away, Austin returns one commanding hand to my bare thigh, and he uses his other to work my lip loose from where it’s trapped under my teeth.

“I’m going to make you come in my truck,” he says in a low, almost lethal voice. It’s one of promise. “And when I do, I want you to scream. Don’t hold back, Homecoming Queen. When we’re together, there’s no holding back.”

My head falls forward in a lazy nod like it’s not even attached to my neck. All I’m aware of is the fact that I’m naked from the waist down, and Austin still has his jeans on.

I need them off.

I need him to make good on his filthy promise.

My gaze follows him as he crouches at the end of the tailgate until only his eyes are level with the apex between my legs. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I’m worshipping my queen.”

My gulp rings loudly into the late night.

At the first contact of his tongue, a jolt of arousal torpedoes through my aching core.

I ease back onto my elbows, my knees hooked on his shoulders as he shifts me into the proper angle for his performance.

That’s what it feels like—a sensual performance for my own private enjoyment.

Austin takes his time, sliding his tongue skillfully along the seam of me in languid strokes. He teases me into a frenzy with his deliberate and leisured pace.

Like he’s savoring me.

His mouth covers me completely, and he delves his tongue into my sex with faster, unrestrained swipes, his nose pressing against the tightly wound bundle of nerves above my clit.

He works me to the hilt, relentlessly. Expertly. Unabashedly.

With each groan he releases, I climb higher.

“Oh, God.” Quick breaths burst out of me and echo into the dark abyss surrounding us, and I lurch forward to hold onto something—anything—as I climb toward ecstasy, my toes curling over the grooves of his muscled shoulders.

Crying his name, I dig my nails into his hair and squeeze my eyes closed as my stimulated muscles contract with pleasure. What started as sensual embers in my lower belly become all-out wildfires as fire spreads throughout my nervous system.

My eyelids flutter open, and spots blink across my vision. My lungs burn, as I desperately gasp for air.

“You…” I swallow. “You weren’t kidding before. You did not hold back.”

As Austin rises, the soft fabric of his flannel tickles the outsides of my bare legs. He stands to his full height and smirks. “Neither did you.”

I lick my lips as my heart rate slowly subsides. I grab the lapels of his shirt so hard I’m sure the buttons leave circular imprints in my palms, and I kiss him with the intention of leaving my mark on him.

Just like he has on me.

I trail my fingertips down his broad chest. His abs contract under my touch. His growl reverberates across the roof of my mouth, the echo trickling down my throat and uprooting a moan from me in response.

I pause over his belt buckle, then feel around until I manage to unfasten it.

Before I’m able to dip my hand inside, he leans over for something behind me. Austin fumbles under the moonlight with what I make out to be his wallet.

The crinkling of a wrapper cuts through the silence, and a cloud of crackling energy circles us, rooting for us.

My lungs squeeze again as my breathing increases.

My sensitive clit throbs as he removes his pants, rips the condom free, and sheaths himself.

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