Page 57 of Wish You Would

“Here I am.” I forced myself to move forward, my pulse a full-body beat. Stepping around our discarded clothing, I made my way to the bed and sat on the edge. “Thirsty?”

“Mmm.” She stretched, her soft curves elongating, then sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. “Thank you,” she said as she reached for the water glass.

“Welcome.” I fixed my gaze on the teensy freckle on her collarbone and planted my palms against my thighs to keep from reaching out, from clinging to her as the surge of thoughts and feelings thrashed inside me.

What the hell, Georgia? I thought. Get it together.

I’d brought women home before. Of course I had. I’d devoured and been devoured. I’d bid them farewell the next morning. What happened here was not new.

But what was happening inside? Well…that was brand fucking new.

And it was freaking me out.

“So,” Parker said once she’d drained half the glass. “That was…” She flushed, dropping her gaze. Her hair fell over her face, and I itched to tuck it behind her ear, to lean in and kiss those lips again. To push her back onto the pillow and drink her in. Over and over and over and—

I cleared my throat, clenching my thighs around the throb that drummed between them. “Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. “It was.”

I must’ve sounded weird to Parker, too. Lifting her head, her eyes locked with mine. Her brows dipped. “I—was…I mean…” She looked down, running her thumb along the rim of her glass. “Was it not good for you?” Her shoulder lifted, she shook her head, and she kept talking. “I mean, I know I’ve never…with a woman…and, well…it was good for me. So good. But maybe it wasn’t for you. Maybe I wasn’t—”

“Hey.” Panic trance broken, I moved from my spot on the edge of the bed. Taking the glass from her hand, I placed it on the nightstand, then twined our fingers together. “Hey,” I said again, waiting until she looked up.

Tears.

There were tears in those blue-sky eyes.

Fuck me.

“It was—you were—amazing.” I lifted her hands to my lips and kissed them. “You are amazing.”

“Are you sure? I—”

“Amazing,” I repeated, kissing her hands again. “And sexy.” This, with a kiss to her wrist. “And gorgeous.” I kissed her inner elbow. “And soft and sweet.” Her shoulder. Strawberry shampoo and sugar cookies filled my senses. “And…delicious.” She tilted her head, her breath quickening, and I buried my lips in the crook of her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin. “So delicious,” I whispered, heat flaring throughout my body from beneath her hands as she let go of the sheet to grab my waist.

“Gigi,” she gasped, and with it went the last vestige of hesitance I had. Dragging my lips over her jaw, I sought her mouth. A soft whimper left her, and I savored it on my tongue as I eased her onto her back.

“I have,” I said against her lips, “dreamed about tasting you.” I dropped open-mouth kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. “I’ve touched myself thinking of you coming apart on my tongue.”

Parker moaned, her thighs clenching beneath my belly, and I smiled against her breast. “You like that?” I murmured. “You like knowing I’ve fantasized about burying my tongue in your sweet, sweet pussy while I—”

“Yes,” she whimpered, digging her fingers into my hair. “God, yes.”

I lifted my head to look at her. Her head was thrown back, cheeks flushed the most gorgeous scarlet, perfect pink lips parted. The throb between my legs grew stronger. I ground myself against her thigh, seeking some relief.

“You,” I gasped, dropping to kiss her, open-mouthed and wet, “are a dirty girl.”

“Only for you,” she whispered as we parted. “All for you.”

A moan tore through me then, fueled by need and lust and something I couldn’t quite name. Digging my fingers into her soft thighs, I pulled them apart and slid down her body.

She opened for me like a flower. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I settled in and watched her face as I dragged my tongue up her slit. Her head was thrown back, lips parted on a breath she wouldn’t release.

“Breathe, baby girl,” I said, letting my nose graze her curls. Her hips bucked and I smiled. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

She exhaled and nodded, frantic and fast. I squeezed my thighs together as the thrum between them grew steadier and stronger. God, she hadn’t even touched me, and I was a warm breeze away from coming apart.

But I was gonna take her apart first.

Lowering my head, I pressed a kiss to her center, earning a sharp gasp. Slowly, I deepened the kiss, wrapping my lips around her sensitive bud, pulling it into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Her fingers pushed into my hair as she held my head in place, arching her hips to get closer to my mouth.

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