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I grin at her unexpected burst of humor. It’s unbelievably sexy that she can talk out her feelings, that she can share her doubts and fears with me instead of keeping them locked inside. That level of openness is nearly unbelievable. When we met there was just a single thread holding us together, but every word she gives me from that well inside her is a thousand other stitches binding us together.

“That’s right, Lynette.Yours.”

I give myself over to the lack of logic, the passion flooding my bloodstream. It’s like the adrenaline of going into battle, or getting on my bike and riding off into the horizon, but even at those times, I was always able to separate myself. I can’t do that right now. I can’t let logic rule because there’s nothing in my mind except Lynette. I’m hollowed out of everything but pleasure, and in my heart, a bubbling joy that I have never onceexperienced. It’s a unique joy, an emotion so strong that the name does it an injustice.

Maybe that stillness, that round, aching, gorgeous happiness, is what peace feels like.

Chapter 17

Lynette

Bullet hasn’t even kissed me yet, but I’ve watched him pleasure himself, wishing all the while and pretty much every moment after, that it was me who could do those deliciously sinful things to him. I wished it had been my hands that night, my mouth, my body.

And now it is. We’re finally here, and I’m so nervous that I feel sick. I’m pathetically inexperienced when it comes to this. I know the law and can argue it until I’m breathless, but this? This putting myself in another person’s hands? I should hate it. It should panic me, being this out of control and vulnerable, but I feel nothing butsafe.

Bullet is already nestled between my spread legs. I’m astounded when he kisses my knee like it’s a sexy part of the body, and continues the trail up my thigh. His lips are shockingly soft. His beard is a whisper that tickles, only heightening the sensations of his warm, wet mouth and those tender kisses.

He’s so close to my most intimate place, and even though it’s dark, I’m still worried. There are so many things I haven’t done, and now I wonder if maybe it’s because there was something wrong with me, something not to like. As a teenager, I was pretty much repulsed by the whole thing. It hurt and it was mostly just embarrassing and wretched. It was little better as an adult. I’ve never even had a human induced orgasm before, unless I count the ones I’ve given myself.

I know I have a tendency to overthink everything, and I’m doing that right now. I don’t want to ruin this moment. I believe Bullet is honest, and if he says that he wants to devour my pussy, then he really does want to do it. He’s not just doing it for the sake of it.

With that thought, I can relax into the blanket at my back, my jacket discarded beside me. I breathe in, savoring the earthy, fresh air, and do the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Surrender.

A few seconds later, it doesn’t feel so hard. Not when Bullet’s hot breath skims over the inside of my thighs, the tickle of his beard tracing that sensitive skin too.

He does what he said he would do and kisses me right through my panties. I gasp as the heat of his mouth closes over the cool wet fabric. He traces the spot with his thumb, tracing the outline of my folds and moving over my clit.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he rumbles in that low, sexy voice that raises goosebumps all over my body. “I want to eat your pussy like I haven’t had a decent meal in my whole life, Lynette. You taste delicious. So fucking sweet. Will you let me do that?”

I think again about how exposed we are out here, but the silence is overwhelming. This late in the year, there are barely any insects. There’s no birdsong, no sounds of humanity, no life at all. Just the endlessly melodic rustle of the cornstalks above and around us. Even so, I still wouldn’t be comfortable if it wasn’t for the thought of Bullet’s massive body between me and everything else, between me and the whole world.

“Okay,” I say breathily.

He can probably hear the desperation laced through that word. It’s more than okay. It’s that I wish he would tear the fabric off and make me come because it’s painful to want another person so badly. It’s like a sickness infecting my whole body, awakening me, making me come so alive that I can’t bear to be in my own body for another second.

Bullet doesn’t just tear the panties off of me and drive in. He takes his time, tracing my seam through the soaked fabric again, sweeping them aside to allow his fingers to take that same route along my bare skin.

I jerk on the blanket, grinding my spine into the ground as I pulse with need.

“Is this okay?” His finger strokes my clit, carefully curling over it, circling it with infinite gentleness. He knows I’m not breakable, but treating me like I am, going slow, only heightens the madness.

“Yes!”

“Can I take your panties off now?”

“Fuck, yes, please.” I lift my hips and shimmy out of them.

He balls them in his fist, inhaling them, the scent ofme, before he sets them aside.

My mind cuts right out at how insanely hot that primal action was.

He doesn’t waste time getting back between my legs, tucking his massive hands under my ass, and lifting me to his face. His tongue glides along my soaked, swollen skin, exploring mewith reverence before his hot tongue parts me and laps at my entrance.

I don’t know what on earth makes me think I have the control to watch this, but I wrench my eyes open, and when my hips ride up on instinct, I curl my elbows underneath me. I’m utterly mesmerized by the sight of Bullet prone before me, head bent between my thighs like he’s worshipping me.

My thoughts might have been sinful, but this is a whole different kind of sin. An act so sweet and fucking blissful that it’s utter heaven.

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