Page 103 of The Bridges I've Burned

Her head fell back against the door with a thud as my fingers explored her. Her skin was so fucking soft, and as I began to trace every curve of her hips and scatter kisses along the inside of her thighs, I remembered the one thing I’d been dying to do.

I lifted up onto my knees slightly, finding the cluster of flowers I’d become obsessed with.

“When you came out of the water the other day and I saw this peeking out of your bikini, I got so fucking hard.” I heard her take in a sharp inhale as my tongue traced the lines closest to her core. “I’ve been dying to do this ever since.”

Leaning back down on my heels, I slid my hand under the lace of her panties, finding her wet and ready for me.

“Shit,” she cursed.

“If you’re worried about them finding us, you’re not doing yourself any favors, Louie.”

“You’re not making it easy, Trouble,” she fired back.

But she had it all wrong.

She was the one who was making it hard.

So fucking hard.

She felt like silk. Soft and warm, and all I wanted to do was rip that tiny piece of lace from her body and claim her over and over against this damn door.

Dude, not at your brother’s house.

I already knew we were crossing a line, fucking around in Marin’s studio like this. Locking ourselves in here all night to fuck was probably a giant faux pas.

Not that he didn’t deserve a little payback after the things I’d had to hear about his sex life since I got here.

“Not sure if you know this,” I said, sliding her panties to one side. God, she was gorgeous. I’d love to take them off entirely, but I wanted to save that for later, when I had all the time in the world to explore every inch of her. “But guitar players—exceptional guitar players, that is—tend to have large hands.” I sank a single digit inside her. So fucking wet. “And very, very long fingers.”

“Oh my God,” she swore as I added another, thrusting deep.

Her body clenched around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, watching her writhe under my touch.

“More,” her breathy voice demanded.

Yes, ma’am.

I curled my fingers at just the right spot, and she tried to stifle her moans, clamping a hand over her mouth. I doubted it did any good.

Especially when a second later, my tongue found her clit.

“Holy fucking shit, Zander.”

Exactly what she said.

She tasted fucking perfect, and suddenly, I felt like a starved man, feasting on my first meal in days. I hooked my arm around that leg that I’d wrapped around my shoulder and pulled her closer, burying my face between her thighs.

Because who needs oxygen, am I right?

Her fingers dug into my hair, and her hips started to grind.

Yes.

I’d never been this turned on, going down on a woman. The moans and soft gasps alone were nearly enough to make me come in my jeans.

I felt her core tighten around my fingers.

“I’m so close.”

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