Page 60 of Something to Someone

“I really am glad things are going well,” she said, touching the edge of her glass to her lower lip.

“Me too.” My voice was softer because all I could think about was her goddamn mouth. One small movement, and it was like she had me in a trance. A fucking siren singing a song made specifically for me.

“Do you want more wine?” she asked. Her eyes darted back down to my empty glass, but I kept watching her.

“Maybe in a little while.”

She hummed and pushed up to her knees. My breath hitched, and my pulse was pounding in my neck and farther south. But I didn’t move as she crawled toward me skillfully managing not to spill the red wine on my couch. When she reached me, she slung her left leg over my hips and settled on top of me.

TWENTY-SEVEN

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I massagedmy way up her legs, from her knees until I palmed that beautiful bend in her hips where her ass curved. Her fingers dug into my hair, dragging through it with care and tenderness. My eyes fell shut as her nails scraped my scalp. But they flew back open when she gripped it at the root and pulled back.

My head hit the back cushion, and I was staring directly up at her. Her blonde hair was hanging around her face, and her eyes were dark and intent on my face. She leaned forward and acted like she was going to kiss me, but at the last second, she turned, leaving me chasing a kiss she never planned to return.

Instead, she leaned down until her mouth was level with my ear, and I could feel her hot breath against my cheek and her breasts against my chest. My grip on her hips tightened.

“Don’t move, Trouble,” she instructed.

She didn’t require an answer from me. I wasn’t going to move when she was sitting on top of me making demands I was more than okay with. She leaned back and ran her hand over my jaw, trailing her thumb over my lower lip and dragging my mouth open.

Whatever she wanted, I was going to give it to her.

She kept her thumb beneath my lower lip, silently requesting that I keep my mouth open. A pleased smile tilted one side of her mouth before she turned and tilted the wineglass to her lips. She took a large sip then looked back down to me.

When I didn’t see her throat bob, I realized what she was doing, and my cock responded in kind. I stuck my tongue out to prepare for her offering. Her eyes glinted brighter as she watched me eagerly awaiting what I knew she was about to give.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. She wasn’t moving slowly, but the seconds felt more like minutes. I sat there and watched her with my mouth open, offering myself to her and waiting for anything she planned to give me.

Finally, she leaned over, poised her mouth above mine, and fed me the wine. My hips pressed up to meet hers, and a little moan caught in my throat as the fruity, tart flavor hit my tongue.

She let the last drop fall onto my tongue and wrapped her hand around my throat. Her hand wasn’t large enough to make an impact, to reduce my airway or decrease blood flow, but it was enough to reinforce the power dynamic.

“Swallow,” she instructed in a low, soft voice. So, I did. Her gaze bounced between my lips and my eyes as she felt and watched me swallow. “Good?”

I licked my lips and nodded, still not moving my head. “It tastes so much better that way.”

She smiled and took another sip. The moment the edge of the glass touched her lip, I opened my mouth. She slipped her fingers through my hair and spit into my mouth as she ground her ass over my cock.

I swallowed quickly, not waiting for her direction a second time, and muttered out a low, “fuck,” before I leaned forward and slanted my mouth over hers. It was a long, thorough kiss that I felt everywhere. My tongue swept against hers, and she managed to surrender a fraction of control.

“Hold on,” she murmured against my mouth. Pulling back, she swigged the last of her wine and twisted to set it on the table. While she turned, I let my hands wander up and down her body. Not in any specific direction or with a purpose in mind except feeling every part of her I could.

The desire simmering beneath my skin was at the brink of boiling over. I’d never felt need so carnal and consuming. My hands shook with restraint, and when Caroline righted herself, I couldn’t get my mouth on hers quickly enough. She gave as good as she got, and I trailed my lips over her jaw and down her neck. She let loose those gorgeous sounds I loved.

“Yes, you’re right,” I mumbled into her skin. “My cock missed you, too. My entire body missed yours.”

I said the words but realized how dumb they sounded. Caroline seemed to understand, though, because she moaned out the prettiest, “yes” I’d ever heard.

“Show me,” she said, and it took me a few seconds to register her request.

“Show you?” I finally asked.

She clasped my cheeks and tilted my head back to look down at me. But her hips kept moving. A taunting, slow pace that made me buck up against her not of my own volition.

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