Page 53 of Saved By Two

Her tongue sweeps over her lips, touching my thumb in the process—the things I want to do with that mouth.

I glance at Noah and then back to Jessica.

“How about we ease you into this gently? You are, after all, still healing.”

Noah takes her hand without missing a beat and gently leads her over to the sofa, easing her down.

Grabbing the bottle of water from the table, I twist off the lid, lean over Jessica, and tilt it towards her lips.

“Drink.”

No hesitation, no question, so fucking obedient.

When she stops swallowing, I pass Noah the bottle and lower my mouth to hers, licking over the seam of her lips, seeking entry; she submits so beautifully.

I give her a small taste of what's to come, fucking her mouth with my tongue.

When I pull back, her eyes flutter open.

“Exquisite.” I glance at Noah and smirk. “Care for a taste?”

I move back to sit beside her as Noah takes my place.

“Abso-fucking-lutely I do.” He lowers his mouth over hers, giving me the perfect view before he claims her. He eases her back until she's lying down, and I watch as she opens up to him. Her tongue is duelling with his, and it’s a sight to behold.

My fingers trail up the length of her thigh closest to me, slowly teasing over her decadent skin as she breaks out into the most delightful goosebumps.

A small moan works through her chest, her breasts and nipples pressing against the cotton t-shirt, but Noah's possessive mouth drowns out the sound.

I love seeing and hearing her reaction to our touch, our taste.

Her body is crying out for ours.

Noah's palm moves to her breast, causing her body to arch into his touch.

I move my hand underneath her t-shirt until I have her other breast in the palm of my hand, skin on skin.

“Jessica, have you ever had a breast orgasm?”

Noah pulls his mouth away from hers to allow her to answer.

Her eyelids open, focusing on him, and then she glances at me as we gently massage her breasts.

“Are you going to answer him, sweet girl? Caleb doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

She jerks, and I can’t hold back my smile as he pinches her nipple through the thin layer of cotton.

“Did you not hear his question?”

Her cheeks flush with another wave of heat.

“No, sorry,” she says, her voice small.

Noah grips her chin, training her focus on him.

“Why are you apologising?”

It’s a habit we’ve been slowly working on helping her to correct. When she first came here, she said it so much. All I wanted to do was skin her coward of an ex alive—I still do.

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