Page 129 of Destined To Fall

I all but purr at the contact, my eyelids fluttering closed, turning even further into mush and a pool of lust, steadying myself with my arms behind me, holding me up.

But Jeremy doesn’t stop there, using his lips to caress the sensitive skin of my ankle, driving me into full delirium as he leisurely runs them up the length of my shin to circle my kneecap with his tongue before kissing the bottom of my thigh. When he doesn’t continue upward, but repeats each movement on the other side, my eyes close and I suck in a ragged breath, savoring each delicious touch, ready to slide off the bed and drown at his knees.

My eyes open, and I find Jeremy still watching me intently. I lose all rational thought when he slides the towel up to the tops of my parted legs, almost revealing me completely. Breaking eye contact, his gaze drops, and his lips and tongue once more take over, kissing each bruise on the tops of my thighs so tenderly, so reverently. His hands slide up and under to my bare hip bones, and my buzz shifts, a nervous, uncomfortable feeling skittering across my skin. Jeremy notices, of course, and I want to fall back and bury my face beneath my arms when he stills, uncertainty taking over his features.

He rises slowly, pulling his hands free of my towel, and I can see the apology poised behind his lips. I sit back up and grip his wrists a little hard, stilling his movements and stalling his words, mine eluding me as I shake my head fervently, swallowing the wince that follows, and move his palms back to my thighs.

We are nose to nose again, mere inches apart, but whatever he sees in my face has him taking in a shuddering breath before he turns his hands, then runs his palms gently up my arms.

“Vivienne…” I close my eyes at the pained note in his tone, the rawness of it. He cups my face gently, his warm breath fanning my face as he whispers.“Stay with me, baby.”

A small smile twists my lips at the endearment, but before anything else can be said, he kisses me sweetly, his lips a soft, heart-melting brush.

“Jeremy,” I breathe out when he pulls back, a small nod answering the unspoken question in his eyes.

Relief briefly crosses his boyish face, but it morphs into a soft, cheeky grin as his hands slide to the edge of the towel tucked between my breasts. Jeremy tugs on the edge, and the towel parts dramatically to pool around my hips.

Heat and hunger take over his features as his gaze zeros in on my breasts and their rapid rise and fall, my nipples pebbling as he continues to stare.

“I have a confession to make,” he says.“I’ve fantasized about these.”

I grin and bite my lip, trying not to picture the lingering marks, and focus on Jeremy’s slight tremble as he punctuates his words by running a finger around the curve of my breast, his cheeks warming ever so slightly.

It’s possibly the cutest, sexiest little interaction I’ve ever had, and for some silly reason, it makes me hot all over. Normally I might laugh, and part of me wants to, to tease him a little, make him squirm and blush a violent shade of red, but I don’t.

“Show me?”

Two simple words, but they seem to change everything.

Jeremy’s hands move at lightning speed, my breath catching in my chest as he grips my sides tightly. His thumbs brush the sensitive skin under my breasts as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, my legs parting, allowing him to move closer, almost meshing our upper bodies, my nipples hitting his bare chest, sending jolts of pleasure south.

My lips part, and it’s all the invitation Jeremy needs to take my mouth in another passionate kiss. He breaks it, leaving me breathless and hungry once more, but before I can capture his mouth again, he’s sucking on my neck, my collarbone, kissing the swell of my breasts.

The stubble on his jaw does delicious things to my sensitive skin as he moves further down, running his hands up my back to keep me in place as he kisses my breasts, sucks and nips my nipples like a starving man, keeping his word and replacing all memories with him and him alone.

Jeremy pauses to trace a finger from the little indent at my throat to my navel. My back bows and my head falls back with the sensation. Following the path with his mouth once again, he trails open-mouthed kisses around, under, and down my breasts and across my ribs at a slow, agonizing pace as he holds me in place. When his tongue circles my navel, I lose my ever-loving mind, falling back on the bed as his hands slide from around my back to nestle on my hips.

An undignified groan escapes me, prompting Jeremy to smile against my stomach. He continues ravishing the taut skin, leaving no inch untouched before nipping at each of my hip bones, my breath hitching each time.

I’m almost embarrassed by how turned on I am. Every brush of his lips and caress of his tongue turns my insides into molten liquid and increases the throbbing between my thighs. The stubble on his chin tickles and scratches in the most maddening way as he runs his tongue and lips across my lower abdomen, right above where the towel still sits pooled and an inch higher than where my body is all but begging for attention.

Slowly—so, so slowly—Jeremy’s hands once again slide over my hips and the tops of my thighs, parting the towel and giving him full access.

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers,more to himself than to me, his lips brushing against my left inner thigh, whisper soft, and then again on the right, lingering on another mark, no doubt.

I’m lost in sensation, in emotions, in him. I’m swimming so deeply in it, all of it, that I’m slow to react, slow to realize where he’s headed, where this is headed.

My head lifts in time to lock eyes with Jeremy’s hooded gaze as his lips press to—

“Jer!” I gasp out, my thighs clenching around his ears.

“Do you not want this?”

I break out in goosebumps at the heat and need in his tone, at the way his warm breath kisses my skin, and at the sight of Jeremy on his knees with his face between my thighs.Holy mother above.

It takes two thunderous heartbeats before I can respond.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you?” It comes out almost as a pant.“Are you sure you want to go here? I mean…you don’t…I don’t need this.”

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