Page 91 of Kiss Me Tonight

Levi arches her spine. “I’ve never . . . oh, my God, please don’t stop.”

And because I like keeping her on her toes, I change up my rhythm and scrape my teeth against the sensitive nub. I swallow a grin when she gasps, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on my shoulders.

“You’ve never what? Tell me, Asp. What have you never felt before?”

“This good,” she whimpers, devastation and euphoria lacing those two words like a tightly wound knot. “I’ve never . . . not once . . . oh, God. I can’t think straight.”

Somehow, in the matter of weeks, Levi and I have learned to communicate through a language no one else knows. It sounds cheesy, and hell, if I had even summoned the thought six months ago, I would have checked myself into the closest psych clinic. Except that it isn’t cheesy at all—I hear all that she isn’t saying, and my temper goes through the roof.

It’s bad enough that Rick Clarke took other women to his bed, but it’s downright cruel that he never made his wife feel beautiful and wanted.

But his loss is my gain, and I don’t hesitate when I pull back long enough to unbutton her jeans. With a finger to the center of her chest, I push her all the way down. Her butt collides with the blanket, and then I get to work stripping off her pants.

“You, too,” she says into the night. “If I take a risk, you take a risk. Remember?”

I drop the jeans off to the side, then find her slim ankles with my hands. Guide my palms up over smooth skin and strong calves. “Oh, I remember, but you’re going to have to wait for that. Have a little patience.”

“Patience is overrated.”

“You won’t feel that way in a minute.” Settling myself between her legs, I spread them wide with an assertive hand. “Plus, I don’t wear underwear.”

“Oh.”

“Mhmm.” Slipping my palms under her thighs, I lift them onto my shoulders. I’m staring down the barrel of heaven right now. Me, myself, and the sweetest heat known to mankind. I’m starved for a taste of her, right there where she’s the softest. My thumbs sweep over her inner thighs. “You find that patience yet?”

“No underwear at all?” is all she asks, so lightly that the words might as well flit away with the breeze.

“None,” I confirm, pressing a soft kiss to the quivering flesh on the inside of her knee. “Nada.” Another kiss, farther up her leg. “Zilch.” And, before she can issue any more protests about my lack of underwear, I hitch a finger around her panties and move the fabric to the side. Lower my head and exhale, easy and controlled, right over her bare pussy.

“Oh,God.”

Yeah, I have her exactly where she belongs.

At my mercy.

Begging for my touch.

Desperate forme.

Ignoring the fact that her thighs are damn near squeezing my head into oblivion, I use my free hand to spread her lips. Her legs loosen, as if she’s caught on that she’s nearly throttling me, and I chuckle. “Found some of that patience?”

“Go . . . go easy on me,” she says in a whisper, “this . . . Rick never . . . Crap, you know what I mean.”

Everything in me goes ramrod still.

“Never?” It barely constitutes as a question, my teeth are gritted so hard.

“Never.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

“Good,” I growl, “because this first belongs to me.Onlyme.”

Her hips rise off the ground when I touch my tongue to her clit. Her cry pierces the night, and if I had a single romantic bone in my body, I’d also say that it pierces my heart. Slashes it in half, stitches it back together, good as new, and pops it back into my chest for me to use again.

I groan at the taste of her. A whole lotta sweet. A little tart.Just like her. I take it easy, tempting her with the promise of more but keeping the pressure light. The elastic band of her underwear cuts into my knuckles, but I don’t stop for even a second to remove it. Not when I’ve got Levi begging me to “keep doing that.” Like there was any other option the second her shirt came off and my cock turned so stiff my vision blurred. No. Other. Option. My tongue slides along her crease, slipping into her core.

Another cry that echoes off the mountain.

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