Page 64 of The Thought of You

We’re just getting started too.

I use the tip of my finger to tease her slit, and she slumps against me instead of the wall for balance, her moan a prayer on her lips.

My own body buckles as if I feel the satisfaction she feels, but I can almost guarantee I’m enjoying this far more than she is.

Her eyes fluttering closed, she takes one finger, then two. I press into her until I’m knuckle deep, and her chest heaves as she seemingly fights for her next breath.

I lick my lips, savoring the way she slowly unravels for me, succumbing to me.

Addie Lockhart is coming undone by my touch.

I hook my fingers, one at a time, and her eyes fly open, the yelp she releases echoing between us with fervor. “Owen!”

My hard cock pulses against her as I fist her hair in my palm. “I love it when you say my name,” I rasp as I trail my nose along her cheek like I’m attempting to absorb her.

The grip she has on me tightens tenfold, her tiny hands clenched around my bulky shoulder.

I want to kiss her—a bruising, punishing kiss to show her just how damn agonizing it’s been to not kiss her again these last few days.

When I slide my fingers out, she whimpers in protest and still doesn’t let go of my shirt. Rather, she pinches my skin, and it turns me on even more.

“I know I promised you a taste, but it’s me who needs the taste.” As I lap her up from each finger like a popsicles in the middle of summer, I sink onto my heels, my knees at her feet as she watches me with desire swimming in her eyes. “May I?”

“Yes,” she whispers and thrusts her fingers through my hair as I get to work on her leggings.

I slide the elastic material down each toned thigh until it’s wadded around her ankles. She steps out of one side, but I don’t make it to the next before she throws her free foot over and hooks her knee onto my shoulder.

Which is when I see it—a birthmark located inside her thigh.

It’s in the shape of a heart, and I can’t help but bring my lips to that spot.

Her body limps lower on the wall, and I use both hands to hoist her up as I nip at the birthmark, paying special homage to it.

My brain malfunctions.

Hot blood courses through me, lighting me on fire.

With her hand still in my hair, Addie jerks my face between her legs, and I growl. She needs me, and I fucking love it.

Almost as much as I love the sweet taste of her.

I squeeze the backs of her legs with both hands and bring her closer until my face is completely buried in the happiest place on earth.

Addie rocks into me, riding my tongue as I devour her.

Her previous moans turn into full-on cries of pleasure, thanks to me.

When her muscles tighten, and her body shatters, it’s my name she screams.

And when I stand, it’s my arms she melts into.

chapter

twenty

ADDIE

“There’s more where that came from. All you have to do is say the word.”

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