Page 145 of Steamy Ever After

He pressed another finger inside of her and she moaned. His lips closed over her flesh and pulled in soft little suckles. She couldn’t take it.

Meaning to shove him away, she reached for his head, but when her fingers forked through his thick dark hair he moaned against her sex and she came.

It wasn’t with the rushed, darting accuracy she experienced when she touched herself. Nor was it with the dull, tentativeness she shared with past lovers. This was different. Deeper. Longer. It went beyond her trembling muscles and resonated in her chest, dislodging something, and cramming her throat full of uncomfortable emotions she couldn’t let out.

But he wasn’t finished. His satisfied smile pressed against her skin as he licked her. Her cries filled the room, building and growing until she came again.

She hadn’t noticed him strip off his shirt, but when she looked down at him, his shoulders were bare. A surprising amount of muscle shaped his arms and chest.

He trailed his lips to her thigh, to her hip, and circled the sharp point of her nipple with his devilish tongue. She was unprepared when he kissed her on the mouth, sharing her flavor and groaning as if they were tasting something heavenly together. It was one of the most erotic kisses of her life and when he pulled away, she was breathless.

He flopped to his back and stretched, folding his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling.

What the hell? Were they done? Was he waiting for her to finish him?

She glanced at the bulge in his briefs and quickly looked away, shoving her T-shirt back over her chest and covering her lower body with a pillow.

“Hand me my drink,” he said, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

She grabbed the half-drunk bottle of soda and passed it to him.

He took it, guzzling the rest of the cocktail down. “You’ve got some catching up to do.”

She scowled at him, thinking that was his way of asking for a blowjob, but then he handed her the bottle that held her cocktail and she realized he’d been referring to her soda bottle.

“Drink up.”

She took several sips, welcoming the refreshing liquid as it soothed her dry throat and needing a shot of the numbing alcohol hidden inside.

“You have really nice tits.”

She flinched at the crassness of his words. “Uh… Thanks?”

Startling her, he rolled to his side and pushed her shirt back up, as if he now had an open invitation to touch her. He plumped her breasts together and grinned.

“Beautiful.” He popped her nipple into his mouth and sucked it into a hard point as if giving out chef kisses or something. “I love how they look in my hands.” He kissed the other one, sucking the tip and pulling away with the same satisfied grin.

Her brow pinched. No one had ever behaved like this with her before. There was no bravado about him, no smooth game or façade. He touched her for the simple pleasure and fascination of it.

Leaning down, he blew raspberries on her stomach and she couldn’t help the squeal of laughter that ripped out of her.

Then she sobered and she shoved him away. “What are you doing?”

Appearing startled by her response, he shrugged. “Just…playing with you.”

She reached for the sheet, unsure why his playfulness bothered her so much. “I’m not a toy.”

“Sor-ry,” he said, breaking the word into two syllables. “I thought you were enjoying it.”

Her hands shook as she covered her legs and sat up.

A look of confusion crossed his face and his expression blanked into something unreadable. He looked away from her as if regretting everything he’d just done.

Guilt churned in her stomach as she worried she might have embarrassed him.

She sighed. “I did enjoy it. I just…no one’s ever blown on my stomach like that.”

He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes distrusting. “It’s cool. Moment’s over.”

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