Page 128 of One Big Little Secret

No, I don’t bother telling him my experience with men has been stunted and hilariously nonexistent since my last encounter. I’ve spent my twenties in a sexual desert that rivals the remoteness outside.

Juggling a jobanda kid as a single mom doesn’t leave much time for dating, much less hooking up with guys who can cause you more trouble.

He throws what’s left of my dress to one side and slides back off the bed, standing like an angry god as he looks me up and down.

Oh, I’m so tempted to cover myself in the face of perfection—the stretch marks on my belly, the fact that my boobs aren’t half as perky as they were last time. But he shakes his head and swats my uneasy arm away from my chest.

“Don’t.”

I never thought a single word could be so loaded.

“But I’m not… I’m not as young or hot as you remember,” I whisper.

“Bullshit, Lady Bug. I dreamed about you,” he rumbles, moving back on the bed and pushing me down under him. “You know how many nights I thought about seeing you again? How many times I fucking came in my hand, remembering how we burned?”

Holy shit.

I tremble.

There’s no faking the sincerity in his voice.

The feral glint in his eye would make any red-blooded woman weak, and I’m no exception. I’m so drenched I can barely think.

“I want you, Salem Hopper. From your eyelashes down to your toes, but mostly, I want to be buried in your tight little pussy.”

My throat tightens. It’s this weird, heady mix, being so aroused but so nervous, too.

“I hope I don’t disappoint you.” I definitely didn’t wear the right bra for this. And if he notices the stripes all over my hips, he’ll re-evaluate his life choices.

I’m not anywhere near the same league as the Instagram perfect women he’s been with.

He grabs my hands with a snarl.

“Look down. Look down right now,” he tells me, and when I do, there’s a massive bulge in his pants. “If that doesn’t prove I’m into you, what will?”

“Another kiss, maybe. That might help,” I whisper.

“Where?” His grin is so wicked it’s lopsided.

Before I have time to breathe, he’s hooked his fingers down the waistband of my panties and he pulls them down in one long jerk.

Then I’m open, a willing slave to his tongue.

He licks me.

Oh my God, helicks me.Hypnotic, teasing circles, leaving me so delirious the rest of the world goes silent.

When he finds my clit, there’s nothing left to do but ride the storm.

So I close my eyes and arch my back, fisting my hands in the covers as his mouth takes me to the brink of insanity, sucking and licking until I’m completely gone.

When he stops, I almost faint.

With one hand, he slides a finger inside me.

Just one.

And it’s enough.

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