Page 63 of Dear John

“Kavanaugh,” she gasped as my tongue swiped over her beautiful lips. Thick and plump, she was ready for me. Her legs quivered around me as I licked and sucked every perfect inch of her pussy. Desperate for everything I could take, I wrapped my arms around her legs, gripping her to my face. She writhed around me, gasping and crying out for more.

“Kavanaugh, I need?—”

“Fuck, baby. Tell me what you need. Fucking yell it.”

It was only when my face was buried in her pussy that she finally told me.

“I need to get showered!”

Everything stopped for just a second. Fuck that. She could shower when I was done licking every inch of her sweet cunt. She cried out as I buried my tongue deep inside her, her fingers gripping my hair and tugging hard. Tears stung my eyes as I felt strands of hair being torn from my scalp.

She shuddered around me, her fingers holding a death grip on my hair until the waves of pleasure passed and she relaxed back into the bed. My head popped up and a grin split my face at the content look on her face.

“I should really be in the shower,” she mumbled.

“You could be.” I crawled up her body and settled my cock between her legs. I thrust inside her, eliciting a gasp from those sweet lips. “Or you could wrap your arms around me as I fuck you slow and deep.”

A smile spread across her face as I grabbed her hand and hauled her up until she was straddling my lap. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips skimmed over mine in a sweet kiss. Fuck, I was so in love with this woman.

My hips slowly worked up and down, my cock thrusting in and out in tandem with the movement of her hips. She made love to me, kissing me passionately and gliding her fingers over my skin, leaving tingles racing down my spine. I wouldn’t hold out much longer if she kept teasing me like this, seducing me with those eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I murmured, sliding my hand around the back of her neck. Red tendrils of hair fell over her shoulder, falling against my skin and tickling my arm. My lips met hers in an urgent kiss, then my arms were banded around her back as I fucked my cock into her over and over, harder every time until she was calling out my name, her breath coming in rough pants as she pulled me flush against her.

I cried out as I came hard inside her, holding her to me as my entire body shook. Fuck, I felt like a woman, completely wrapped up in this person who looked at me like I was her fucking savior. Guilt poured through me as I thought of how undeserving I was to have a woman like her looking at me like that. I had lied to her, and I was still keeping things from her.

Tonight. I would fucking tell her everything tonight and end the secrets that were building between us. Because this woman was everything to me, and I couldn’t fucking lose her.

Those green eyes met mine in a sated smile and I opened my mouth to say the words, to finally tell her how much I loved her. I’d hedged around it before, but never actually said the words. But no matter how much I wanted to tell her, I couldn’t—no, I wouldn’t—do it until there were no more secrets between us.

So, instead, I kissed her on the lips and let my fingers trail down her spine again. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get in the shower.”

A flash of disappointment lit her eyes for only a moment before she kissed me and smiled. “I’m gonna nail this job.”

“I know you will.”

I smacked her ass as she hopped off the bed and strode to the bathroom. Once the door was shut, I shoved my fingers through my hair and sighed. No more secrets. No more fucking around. If I had any hope of holding onto her, I needed to be honest with her, even if I wasn’t sure about my suspicions.

I called down to the restaurant and placed an order for her, knowing if I didn’t, she wouldn’t eat a damn thing. I already knew she was nervous about the interview, but she needed to eat something so she didn’t pass out in the meeting. After that was done, I pulled out her interview outfit and made sure it was wrinkle-free. My years in the military and taking care of my uniform had prepared me for this moment.

I was hanging it up right as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her makeup was already done and her hair was hanging in curls around her shoulders. She didn’t need to do a single thing. She was so fucking beautiful just as she was.

“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.

“Breakfast has been ordered and your outfit is ironed and ready to go.”

She looked at me skeptically, walking over to the pants and blouse to inspect them. Then she turned to me with a raised brow. “How did you do that?”

“I do know how to use an iron,” I smirked. “It’s one of my many hidden talents.”

“Well, thank you very much.”

I pressed a kiss to her lips and smiled. “You’re welcome. Breakfast is on the way up. I’m going to take a shower. Make sure you eat something.”

“Yes, sir,” she chuckled.

“I won’t be long.”

I hurried off to the bathroom, making quick work of showering and shaving. As much as I didn’t want her to go on this interview, I also wouldn’t be the reason she didn’t get the jobif it all turned out to be on the up and up. I even brought along a suit, sans the tie, just so I had the right look for her. I opened the door just as my phone pinged.

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