Page 71 of Perfect Imperfections

It took a moment for the words to register. When they did, a weight lifted off his chest and he couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped him.

“That’s why you stopped? Because you’re not wearing matching underwear?”

She scowled, but the grim look had no effect. He was just so damn happy he hadn’t done anything wrong. What a silly thing to be self-conscious about. He supposed women in undergarment ads always had matching sets, but real life was not an ad.

“I’ve always known when we were going to…ya know.” She waved a hand toward the bed. “I had time to prepare and look sexy.”

“Oh honey,” he grabbed her hips, pulling her to him so she could see the effect she had on him. “You’re sexy as hell. Matching underwear, non-matching underwear.” He arched one eyebrow. “No underwear.”

A ghost of a smile ticked up the corner of her lips, gradually growing until she threw her head back with an exasperated snort. “You mean to tell me I could have saved all that lingerie money and just worn my granny panties and still gotten you in bed?”

“As long as they’re not your actual Grandma’s panties, you could wear anything, and I’d still want you day and night.” Hell, he’d even want her in hand-me-down underwear.

“Well then.” Her hands went to her jeans, flicking the button open and pulling down the zipper. “It’s a good thing the only thing I got from my grandma was her pearl earrings.”

He grinned, pushing her hands away so he could tug the jeans down her legs. He followed them down, kneeling before her like a supplicant before a goddess.

Blue.

Blue panties and a white bra. They matched in a way. Didn’t matter. It wasn’t the clothing that had him awestruck. It was the woman who wore it. This generous, caring, loving, treasure of a person he’d been lucky enough to have come into his life. He promised her a thorough inspection of her body and he planned to follow through, starting with one of his favorite spots.

Ellie cried out as his tongue came out to tenderly touch the center of her. He chuckled as she shoved her fist against her mouth to muffle the cries, knowing the vibrations would only set her off more. She didn’t need to worry about waking Charlotte. That girl could sleep through a hurricane once she was out. The hand not covering her mouth slammed down on his shoulder for stability. He kept up his ministrations, adding his fingers into the mix. It didn’t take long before she was crying out with release.

Sullivan gently lowered Ellie to the bed, following her down, still fully clothed.

“This is going to be a lot harder if you keep your clothes on.”

“Trust me, if I take my clothes off now, I’ll be inside you in seconds and then things will most definitely not be harder.”

She clutched at his shirt. “I like the sound of that.”

Smiling, he gently lifted her hands away, setting them above her head on the pillow. “No. I promised you a very accurate and detailed map. And I’m a man of my word.”

“So you weren’t lion earlier?”

“Nope. I do what I say I will. I’m no cheetah.”

Ellie groaned. “I can’t believe we just used animal puns during foreplay.”

“You started it, but I’ll admit it is a bit hawkward.”

She laughed, causing her breasts to thrust into his face. “Stop, stop. I—”

She gasped as his tongue swirled around one nipple and then the other.

“No, don’t stop. Keep doing that. Yes, right there.”

He listened to her commands, following through on his promise to map her body. By the time he finished, she was a quaking mass of need. Only fair. If Sullivan didn’t get inside of her in the next five seconds, he might die of unsated lust. Quickly shucking his clothes, he grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer and protected them both. Settling himself between her legs, he placed the blunt head of his cock at her entrance.

“Sullivan.”

His name on her lips made him pause. Gazing up into deep, chocolate brown eyes, he felt himself fall just a little more. Shit.

“I just want you to know you make me feel...”

She didn’t finish her statement. He saw a flash of panic in her eyes, but before he could ask, she’d pulled him down for a searing kiss. Over talking apparently, he felt the firm grip of her fingers on his backside. Again, willing to do whatever she asked, he pushed forward, plunging inside the heaven that was Ellie Clark.

She moaned in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she met his fevered thrusts. It didn’t take long for him. Touching her had primed him better than any foreplay he’d ever experienced before. He cursed himself for not holding back, not waiting for Ellie, but he couldn’t stop the orgasm rushing over him. Reaching a hand between their bodies, he found her clit and rubbed with the slow firm pressure he’d discovered dove her wild. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her cries of completion with a long, deep kiss.

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