Page 56 of What if I Told You

“How so?”

He closes his eyes momentarily and guilt washes over me for even bringing this up in the first place. I’m about to tell him to forget this whole conversation because maybe I don’t want to know what he would do with someone he loves, but then his lids lift and the intensity of the look in his eyes captures my attention.

“First of all, if I’m in love with my partner I’m going to have my lips on her body at all times.” He rests his hand back on my hip, absentmindedly drawing small circles against my skin with his thumb. “Kissing her. Sucking her. Licking her. Tasting every part of her I can get my mouth on. I would want her to feel how hungry I am for her. How much I desire her.” He licks his lips. “I’d probably start with her neck and trail my tongue from the back of her neck to that sensitive spot right behind her ear.” He runs his finger up my neck to the spot he’s referring to. “Right here.” He lightly pinches my earlobe and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. “Then I’d probably nibble her earlobe or suck it into my mouth while I tease her body with my hands.”

“Tease her how?”

Hell, where did that question come from?

He brings his hands back to my exposed hip. “Depends on where she is. Sitting, standing, or in my arms, her back to my chest, I’d probably sneak my hand into her clothing. Up her shirt or maybe play with a few buttons and slide in from the top.”

He glides his pointer finger over my bare skin in that spot between the waistband of my shorts and the hem of my sleep shirt. His gaze hasn’t left mine since he started talking so I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it.

Also, it might be the slightest touch but it feels amazing and I am going straight to hell for enjoying it.

“Mhmm,” I say breathily.

“I’d come so dangerously close to her breasts.” He turns his hand and gently swipes his thumb underneath my breast.

Hooooly shit.

“Right here. I’d touch her here and make her body start to ignite from the inside.”

Yep. Ignite is the right word.

“And then I’d probably kiss her lips, swirling my tongue with hers so she gets a good taste of me. So, she knows how much I crave her. How much I want to pleasure her,” he breathes, his pupils growing in size. “And then I’d palm her breast.”

“You would?” I croak and then clear my throat. “I mean, you would.”

“Did your partners touch you, Ella? Did they hold your breasts in their hands and knead them, rub them, devour them with their mouths?”

I swallow hard trying to ignore the dull ache forming between my legs and then squeak out a weak, “Yes.”

His body stiffens next to me as a flash of anger crosses his face. And I can tell he’s clenching his jaw. His eyes drift down my body and then his voice cracks slightly when he asks, “Do they go down on you, El?”

I nod, finding it hard to form words as my mouth has gone completely dry.

“And did you enjoy it?”

“What’s not to enjoy?” I give him a faint lift to the corner of my mouth. “Not all my partners would go there but some have.”

“Did they make you come? Did you come on their tongues?”

The intensity with which he asks that question draws all the air from my lungs and I shake my head emphatically.

“Never.”

August closes his eyes and takes a deep breath exhaling calmly and then pulling my body against his. “Good.”

“Good?” I snap my head up, resting my chin in the crook of his neck. “Why is that good?”

He tightens his embrace, his arms enveloping me into his warmth. He smells good, clean, like his coconut scented shower gel. “Because one day you’re going to find the right guy for you and you’ll know it by the way he eats you.”

An odd thing to say. I almost chuckle thinking he’s joking but there is nothing about his demeanor that says he’s teasing me.

“What do you mean by that?”

“If it was me, and I was going down on the love of my life…” he says, slipping his hand up the back of my shirt and feathering his fingers along my skin like he does it every day.

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