Page 82 of Love Me Fearless

“Relax your throat, sweetheart.”

She gives a little whimper, like she’s eager and maybe a little scared, so I caress her hair to the side and focus on her sweet mouth as she works me deeper. “That’s my good girl,” I praise. “Fuck, just like that.”

She gurgles a little but doesn’t stop.

“You okay?”

With a flick of her wicked little tongue, she lowers down again like the determined vixen she is.

The pleasure starts to burn hot at the base of my spine. I gently hold her hair and rock my hips to meet her, urging her faster. “You want me to come in this pretty mouth?”

She hums her reply, shredding the last of my control. With a groan, I let everything go. The shock wave of bliss hits me like a drug. I sink into the high and try to savor the feel of her warmth and focus and her eagerness to care for me like this.

When I come down, she’s perched next to me, drinking from the cup of water she placed next to her bed last night.

“That bad?” I ask, wincing.

Her sly smile makes her eyes sparkle in the low light. “No, my throat felt, um, a little raw.”

I wait for her to set the cup down then hook her around the waist and plant a soft kiss on her side. “My turn.”

Twenty minutes later, after Ava’s come twice for me and her body has stopped convulsing, I slip from the bed and pad into the kitchen. The espresso maker I bought her as an apartment-warming present years ago has dust on the top, but I get it fired up and have her vanilla latte ready by the time she steps out of the shower.

She gives me a look I can’t read—like she’s wary, or maybe it’s to hide her surprise. Haven’t any of her boyfriends brought her coffee in the morning? Why not?

“I don’t have time to help with farm chores this morning,” she says, biting her lip.

I kiss her on the temple. “I’ll give you a pass.”

“If you need to go, it’s okay.”

The mysterious disturbance that woke me last night percolates to the surface of my thoughts. “We can leave together. Breakfast?”

“I’ll get something later.”

I return to the kitchen and throw together some veggies, ranch dip, and crackers with a small container of hummus for a snack or maybe lunch later.

While I make her a breakfast sandwich, I slide my phone from my pocket and search my contacts for Luke’s number. There’s so much I want to say to him. Starting with an apology for losing touch. I feel like an ass reaching out to him with a demand, but since last night, I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening in Finn River, and we need help. He’s the smartest guy I know, and like a dog on a bone for a cause.

I type out a quick message, not bothering to beat around the bush—he’d see through it in a heartbeat if I tried.

I hear you might be working a case in my hometown. Call me?

When Ava comes out of her room dressed in pink slacks and a crisp white blouse, tucking earrings into her ears, I have the urge to pinch myself. She’s so fucking gorgeous. So confident and smart and warm and if that wasn’t enough, she’s sexy as hell. I want to rewind to last night and relive it all over again.

Her face brightens. “You made me food?”

“Can’t conquer the world on an empty stomach.” I cock an eyebrow.

She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles. “The power of two amazing orgasms is a good start though.”

I laugh. “More where that came from, Greely.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she presses her lips to mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I set the bag of her food down on the table and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.

Because this is as real as it gets, and I want to soak it in. Every last bit.

We kiss slowly, her quick little tongue flicking with mine. I cup her ass and give a gentle squeeze. What I wouldn’t give to bend her over this table and…

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