Page 83 of Never Enough

Gently, he moved the arm that was around her shoulders so that he could support her neck with his hand. He remained pressed tight to her body, his free hand running through her hair. “That’s it, sugar cat, let it out,” he whispered. He pressed kisses to the side of her hair as he reassured her. “You did so well. Just breathe. I’ve got you. Shit, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. So fucking hot.”

The storm outside began to lose power just as the storm inside Gem subsided. He sat up, scooped her up as he stood, turned, and straddled the chair in the opposite direction, laying her down like a baby in a crib, a hand palming the back of her head, the other under her ass. He kissed his way down her body—lips, chin, hollow of the throat. When he reached her belly button, the tip of his tongue orbited her piercing, giving a gentle tug to the moonstone gem with his teeth, and she let out a giggle as she weakly tried to fold in on herself to prevent him from continuing to tickle her there. Smiling in amusement, he moved to the top of her mound, her clit, and then he began the process of licking her clean.

When she finally regained her voice, she covered both of her eyes in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Continuing his work, he chuckled. “Guess you should be in control more often.”

She glanced at him from between her fingers, quickly tightening them back to cover the heat spilling across her face. “And Ireallycan’t believe you’re doing that.”

His tongue took a long, slow swipe between her outer and inner labia, making sure to get all of her taste. “Fuck yeah, I’m ‘doing that.’ Why wouldn’t I?”

“Eww,” she complained and slapped his shoulder. “It’s gross.”

He lifted his head up. “What’s gross?”

“That.”

“Your cum? Hell no! Hot as hell that you can do that, and there’s no way I’m going to allow any of your sugar to be wasted. I’d lick it off myself if I could. I’m flexible, but not that flexible,” he teased.

She paused. “Do you need me to…” She gestured to him.

“Need you to what?”

“You didn’t finish.”

“Oh, that. Don’t worry about it. I’m good, sweetheart. I made you feel good and that’s all that matters right now.”

Her eyes blinked twice. “You never say or act the way I expect you to.” She sat up on her elbows. “Can I ask you something?”

He ignored her stare, continuing to kiss and lick down her thigh to her knee. “Of course.”

“Why me?”

Nemo began the same process but up the other leg. “Why you what?” he murmured against her flesh.

“If I listen to your team, you’ve slept with the entire single population of L.A. and half of the rest of the single females in the world. So I get it—I’m single, I’m female, I’m convenient. But you keep saying these things that make it sound like I’m different.”

He gave one last swipe to her clit, causing her to shiver, and then he folded his arms over her belly, laying his chin on top of his hands.

He sighed. “I’m not sure this is the best time to get into this.”

“Nemo, don’t dodge the question.”

He stared intently at her. “You really don’t know?”

“How would I possibly know the answer to the question?”

Nemo’s index finger drew patterns on her Saturn tattoo, his eyes looking at what he was doing, but he wasn’t really seeing what was in front of him. “Because, tiny, youaredifferent. When we met, you stole every sensible thought from my head. No other woman has ever made me forget myself.”

She frowned.

“You literally fell into my arms when I least expected anything to happen. You brought out all the protective instincts in me that I had never felt before. You tempted me to cherish you without doing anything other than just being you. I was stupefied by your gorgeous eyes that looked so sad, the tight little body that could bend itself into a pretzel. I couldn’t have walked away if I’d tried.

“And when I got inside you.” He closed his eyes, groaned, and lowered his forehead to her belly, his voice muffled. “You were Circe leading a sailor to his death. Even though I knew you would destroy me, I went to you anyway. And I’d do itagain.” His lips kissed her belly tenderly. “And again.” Another kiss. “And again, until I was nothing but a useless shell of a man,” he whispered.

Nemo raised his head to look her in the eyes again. “When we ran into each other two years later, I couldn’t believe my luck. But then—poof—you were gone again. For the next four years, I searched for you in all the wrong places.” He reached for her hands, laced their fingers together, and drew them to her waist, where he held them. “I wish I could take every one of them back, sugar cat.” His eyes burned. “I tried to convince myself that I could fuck you away, but all it did was make me feel worse. Miss you more. I hated what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop because that meant I’d have to face the fact that no one else would do. If I could take it back?—”

She moved their hands to cover his mouth, and she shook her head. “I don’t care if you fucked ten women or ten hundred. That wasn’t what I was asking. It might seem needy, girly, whatever, but I don’t understand this need you seem to have to conquer me. You’ve already had me. Three times now. And you don’t do repeats, so it’s odd to me that you’d return to the scene of the crime, as it were.”

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