Page 66 of An Endless Memory

Incredulity widened his eyes, then he laughed. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the deep, pleasing sound. “I haven’t seen the latest DC, but I don’t recall seeing sex, or even tits, in either franchise.”

Lust rammed into my belly. I clenched my thighs together. “Then you haven’t been looking. Those costumes don’t hide a lot in the females.”

He held my gaze. “I’ve been looking, just not at theirs.”

I sucked in air. Did he mean…mine?

I gazed up at him. He was still turned toward me. At some point in our conversation, I pivoted to face him, like I was a sunflower and he was the sun.

I ran my tongue along my lower lip. His gaze lowered to watch, then lifted back to me.

My heart skipped at least two beats. “I don’t think mine are?—”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I like them very much.”

He hadn’t seen them. Last night, they’d been covered. By a wet towel.

His gaze was still glued to mine like he was waiting to see what I’d do.

I had no idea what to do. I wasn’t a femme fatale. I’d been a harried, easy target for a man who had wanted a housekeeper, a cheap employee, then a mom. “I like your muscles,” I blurted out.

A dark brow lifted. “My muscles?”

“You have a lot of them.”

He nodded, thoughtful. “You know what else I like?” He had my rapt attention. “The way your lower lip is bigger than your upper lip. It gets nice and plump when you lick and nibble it, and Christ, Lily, I want to taste it again.”

“Why don’t you?” I could groan. The answer was obvious. “Never mind. Last night?—”

A low growl rumbled from him, then his mouth was on mine.

Desire raged through my body. His lips were firm but gentle. He was tense until I ran a hand through the dark locks of his hair. I clenched a fist in them. I’d only put my hands and mouth on him, but I knew I’d never get enough.

He relaxed as if he’d been holding himself back. I was slowly pushed backward until I was underneath him. I stretched my legs out around him.

God, his weight over me, pressing me into the cushions? I could come from that alone. Had it been that long since I’d gotten off?

Yes. But also, it was him. I was never this responsive.

I wound my arms around his neck. He licked against the seam of my mouth, asking for me to open. He didn’t have to. I’d do anything this man wanted. I widened the cradle my legs made until he was settled between my thighs. I rocked up into him, and a low groan vibrated through his chest. I did it again, and he went taut.

He released my mouth. “Goddamn, you keep doing that and I’m going to come in my pants.”

“Me too.” I rolled my hips into him again. Electricity radiated out from the juncture between my thighs. I could feel that I was wet.

He nibbled a path from my jaw to my ear. “Do you need to come, Lily?”

The way his voice rumbled straight into my eardrum sent shivers across my body. The shudder added to the way I was thrusting my hips against him. There was a perfectly large ridge in his pants, and it was the exact place I needed it the most. A ton of pesky clothes were in the way, but the promise of a climax was in sight.

Part of my brain said that wasn’t possible. I could not orgasm with all my clothes on. Dry humping was never enough.

My pussy didn’t care. My clit was too starved to listen to reason. And when he gripped my ass and pulled me hard to rock against the monster erection his jeans were holding back, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My mind was no longer invited to the party.

He nibbled a path down my neck. The moan that left me sounded like it was right from a phone sex call. I wouldn’t know what that sounded like, but it wasn’t a sound I normally made. Just like being this close to a peak wasn’t something I did without a ton of stimulation and some impatient grumbles from my partner.

He braced himself on the armrest behind my head and ground into me. Another ragged moan left my body. “Eliot,” I groaned.

“Are you going to come for me?” He dug a knee into the cushions, keeping himself anchored while I rubbed myself all over him.

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