Page 162 of Gathered Sparkle

His eyes meet mine, wide and dazed, a flush blooming down his neck again, spreading across his cheeks. “I—” He swallows hard. “You want me to…”

“Lick your cum out of me,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. “And feed it to me.”

A guttural sound escapes him, part groan, part disbelief. His eyes darken. “Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty.”

I tilt his chin up. “Too much?”

“God, no.” A shaky chuckle slips from his lips. “Not even close.”

“Good, because this is a first for me, but damn, I want to try it with you.”

A delicious tremor runs through me as he kisses his way down my body again, his groan of approval a light vibration against my skin. When he reaches my pelvis, he pauses as his gaze lifts to mine, and the hunger in his eyes makes my core tighten all over again.

“Shit, Novalee.” He spreads me open, his thumb brushing over the evidence of his release. “You look even more perfect freshly fucked by me.” He leans in, his tongue sweeping over me. The heat of his mouth, the way he devours every trace of us, sends a spark of overstimulation through me, making my hips twitch.

“Easy,” I whisper, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly. The sensation is almost too much.

He hums an apology against me, his licks turning softer, more delicate. He gathers everything with his tongue before he looks up, lips glistening.

“Keep it in your mouth,” I command. “And come here.”

He obeys, holding my gaze as he crawls back up my body. When he’s hovering above me, his mouth inches from mine, I whisper, “Open up.”

He parts his lips as I do mine, letting the warmth slip onto my tongue, and the mingled taste of us makes my toes curl.

Holy shit.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that’s deep and slow, our tongues tangling, sharing the taste of us. When we finally break apart, we’re both panting, and his eyes are molten with affection.

“Damn, you did such a good job.”

AndGoddid he.

The rush of power still thrums through my veins, a high I’ve never felt before. It’s intoxicating, and layered beneath it is the afterglow of some really good sex.

“You’re everything.” He gazes at me like I’m the only thing he sees.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Novalee

The fluorescent lights in the employee hallway of the Heights are way too bright against the beige walls, and the faint hum of the ventilation fills the silence between Ace and me. I glance down at the red and black uniform I’m wearing, which almost gives me PTSD, and tug at the hem of the shirt.

At least this time around, it fits perfectly and has no bullet holes.

Next to me, Ace fidgets, his hand darting to the waistband of his slacks for the fifth time in as many minutes. Unlike mine, his uniform is clearly not his size. The shirt clings to his chest and shoulders, while the pants,God help him, leave little to the imagination.

Ezra dropped us off at the employee entrance around the back and is waiting there while Ace and I try to figure out if the badge I lifted will get us into the electrical control room.

“My balls feel like they’re being suffocated,” Ace complains, and I stifle a snicker as he yanks at the crotch of his pants yet again. “Don’t laugh, Trouble.”

“I wasn’t laughing.”

“Sure you weren’t.” He shoots me a sidelong glare, his eyes filled with mock indignation.

I lower my voice, leaning in to tease, “Want me to massage them later? Might help.”

“Can you stoptrying to make me hard so these pants get even snugger and more uncomfortable?”

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