Page 26 of Lyrical

Dammit, Chase. I crossed my arms and tried scowling at him, pretending the reason my entire head and neck were on fire was due to annoyance.

“I didn’t even know you were here already.” Obviously. I was comfortable with him, but notthatcomfortable. He didn’t have to see my neuroses in action.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you. ‘Age of Seventeen.’ Nice. I think you hit some of those notes even better than the original.”

I cracked a smile. “Okay, you can stop your blasphemy now. My ego is flattered.”

“I speak only the truth. You should know that by now. I’m surprised I don’t make you sing when I fuck you.”

“What?”

“Now that I have your attention”—he lifted the pencil—“what’s this about?”

I sighed. I didn’t want him to think I had some weird graphite fetish. “You wouldn’t understand. You walk around every day looking like you spent the night in a freezer. Meanwhile, I’m getting dowsed with tenderizer.”

He didn’t ask for details. Instead, he laughed, pulling me against him.Oof. I loved his hardness.Loved it. But times like these, it just made me feel mushier. It didn’t matter that I’d passed the pencil test with flying colors or how good I felt about myself just ten minutes prior. I had issues like everyone else, which were sometimes intensified by the fact that I was dating a much younger, much harder man.

“Do you know what I find sexy as fuck, Jillian?” He kissed my neck. “Your softness. The way your body curves against mine and opens as I bury inside you.” His mouth moved over my shoulder. “Everything.”

I started to tremble. “Everything?”

“Mmhmm.” He slid off my towel, letting it drop to the floor, his lips traveling lower and grazing over the top of my breast. “Especially your moans right now telling me how soft and wet you are for me, how badly you want it.”

“You’re that confident, are you?”

“Am I wrong?”

He cupped a breast gently, rolling a nipple between his fingers. I shook my head, then leaned it back, closing my eyes. No, he was not even remotely close to being wrong, and I didn’t have to touch myself to prove that.

“All better?” he asked. I was about to ask what he was talking about when his tongue flicked over, licking softly.

Yeah, another one of my not-so-finest moments. “Yes, all better.”

“So, it’s okay to do this?” He bit down lightly and then harder, sending a jolt through me. “And this?” His palm pressed into my skin as he took me deeper into his mouth. He stopped being tender and started treating me like a man who couldn’t get enough of a woman.

I fucking loved that. The passion he showed for me. The passion he gave me. The more my body responded, the more I stopped caring that I wasn’t twenty and never would be again. In many ways, I was better. I was definitely more satisfied.

He grasped my waist and led me backward to the bed, lifting me on the edge. My thighs were thrust open and he made himself at home between them, doing one of the things he did best.

The bedsheet crumpled in my hands as his tongue massaged my clit, every movement having the sole purpose of dissolving my body into an undefined heap. If he liked soft, I could do soft. I could be so soft I’d melt all over this damn bed and he’d have to scrape me off later. But what I couldn’t do was hold back a long string of those moans he loved so much.God, I love this. God, I love him. God, I love—

He lessened his touch just enough to slow me down while keeping me revved high. I peeked open one eye. One of those last sounds might have been in frustration because he was looking up. “Are you in a hurry, Wild Horses?”

His fingertips brushed over my clit and I jerked. “Yes, I am.”

A finger slid into my wetness, drawing out and then adding another. “And here I thought we had plenty of time.”

He was being too careful with me. Too slow.Too soft. “Yes,” I hissed. “Plenty of time for me to have multiple orgasms.”

He chuckled as if balancing me on the edge was the funniest thing ever. How long had it been? Oh. Only two days. I was turning into a fiend.

“Chase, please. You’ve had me horny since school yesterday.”

“A little ‘hot for teacher’ thing going on, huh?”

He nibbled up and down my inner thighs, his fingers still too damn slow. Okay, maybe I needed to stop doing these field trips with him. It couldn’t be appropriate to want to drag him behind the snow hill while the kids were off having their hot apple cider break with the other chaperone.

“I almost had to haul out a vibrator last night.” It’d been tempting. I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase, I was alone in the house, I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase….

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