Page 49 of The Only Time

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

Her body is still as I pepper her neck with another kiss. “For what?” she whispers.

“For pushing you away the other night.”

I rest one hand on her hip and the other on the counter.

“Why did you do it?” she asks softly.

I turn her around until she’s facing me, ignoring the beep of the microwave. I don’t care about food right now. I think my body has been starving for her.

“I got spooked. I realized when my sister was going to spend the weekend, that meant I couldn’t touch you or be with you all weekend. I didn’t like it, and I didn’t like that I didn’t like it.”

She smiles. “You are one with words.”

“I never claimed to be a poet. I’m just trying to be honest.”

“I appreciate honesty, but what I don’t appreciate is being tossed around.”

I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I’ll try my best. I just need you to know that I’m not looking for a relationship right now or ever really.”

She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at me. “I’m just trying to find out if my ex is trying to kill me or not, and my life is back in Cleveland. I don’t know what I’m looking for right now.”

“One thing I can promise you. I may not ever be boyfriend material, but I can make you feel good, and I can protect you.”

She sucks in a shaky breath. “I think I can handle that right now.”

“Good,” I spin her off of the counter and lift her on top of the island, “because I’ve decided what I need to eat right now isn’t sitting in the microwave.”

She throws her head back laughing. “Oh, no? Where is it?”

My hand moves between her thighs. “It’s right here, and I can tell it’s begging for me to taste it.”

In the light of day, I can see her blush. I groan and my head falls to her chest. “Do you have any idea what your blush does to me?”

I look up and she shakes her head back and forth shyly.

“It starts here,” I point to her cheek with my finger, “and it travels all the way down your neck.” My finger drags from her face down to her neck until it reaches the top of her breasts, “and it ends right here on your chest. It was one of the first things I noticed about you, and it has driven me crazy.”

I lean forward and gently kiss her lips, letting the kiss start slow and controlled. It doesn’t take long before I slide my tongue into her mouth. She meets me with her own hunger, her hands grabbing the back of my neck as she increases the tempo of the kiss.

I pull away and grab her shirt. She raises her arms, and I slowly pull it over her head, throwing it on the floor then seal my mouth back to hers.

“Lift your ass for me,” I say against her mouth.

She obeys my command. I rid her of her jeans and underwear then grab one of her legs and lift it up until her foot rests on the edge of the counter, opening herself up to me.

My thumb begins to rub circles around her clit. Her jaw falls slack as she watches. We both watch as I insert two fingers into her pussy, twisting my hand so my fingers can move along her g-spot.

There’s something so hot about going slow while both of our eyes are locked on my hand. When I pull my fingers out, they arecoated in her arousal. I drag them up and down her pussy before pushing them in her again.

This time I lean down and suck on her clit as my fingers push up against her walls.

“Oh, fuck,” she exhales.

I moan into her pussy, letting her know how much tasting her turns me on. I lick her up and down as I suck on her clit, and then flick my tongue until she is grabbing my hair and screaming through her orgasm.

When I pull away and stand up straight, her eyes are hooded, and her chest is rising and falling.

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