Page 116 of Love Me Reckless

“Tell me where you want this,” he says, one hand wrapping around my middle while he inches the toy higher.

I glare at him in the mirror, but I can’t hold in my smile. “You know the answer to that.”

He gives me a sly smile. “I think you might like telling me.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“Or maybe you’d like to show me.”

“Ha. Fat chance.”

He glides the toy to the apex of my thigh, parting the towel open, then follows the inner curve of my leg downward.

A wicked gleam brightens his gaze. He zooms the vibrator up again, arcing to my waist and down the other thigh, the towel shifting. “Hmm.”

The hollow between my thighs gives a thirsty, urgent twist.

“How about that lube? Any ideas?”

“I don’t know,” I blurt because he’s got me on edge already and I don’t like it.

“Tell me your thoughts about it.”

“I thought it would make oral sex better somehow.”

He glances up, a look of surprise crossing his face. “For you or your partner?”

“Both.”

He zooms the vibrator up the seam of my leg, right past the needy bundle of nerves I am desperate to tend to. “Why haven’t you used it?”

I whimper. “He doesn’t go down on me.”

He gives a low groan, like he’s in pain.

“I thought it would make me taste better.”

He runs the vibrator along the inside crease of my thigh, the vibrations so close to where I am crazy for attention that I whimper.

“There’s nothing wrong with the way you taste.” He delves my pussy with his other fingers, making me jolt, then brings the tip of one to my lips.

I’m so turned on that I close my eyes and suck his finger into my mouth. The taste is clean and a little bit salty, like the ocean. It’s not exactly good… but combined with the hum from the vibrator creating a sweet ache deep in my core and his firm hold on me, it’s oddly yet undeniably sexy.

Or maybe it’s just how much he seems to like it.

Sawyer glides the vibrator between my thighs.

It’s like hot butter and a hundred tonguesright there. “Ohhh.” My whole body starts to tremble and my breaths turn fast and sharp.

“You want to help?” He wraps his arm around my middle like he knows I won’t be able to stand on my feet much longer.

“I think… you’re doing just fine.”

“I’m not going for ‘fine,’ princess.”

Desire and frustration burst into flames inside me and heat explodes onmy skin.

I place my hand on his while bracing against the sink with the other.

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