Page 35 of Whispered Desire

“Bailey called at midnight. It’s a miracle I even woke up.” My mind flashes back to the memory, and an anxious itch rakes over my skin before I’m distracted by the rasp of Mathias’s tongue on my inner elbow.

When did he get there?

“I’m not sure what she was doing out, but she got in a car accident. No one was hurt, but her car was totaled, and she needed a ride.” The crushing desire to refuse her had reared up, but I'd stamped it out.

I couldn't leave her stranded.

I couldn't abandon her.

“I drove to get Bailey. Waited in my car for another hour and a half because she didn’t tell me she hadn’t dealt with the tow truck and cops yet.”

That’s when the numbness really set in. I remember wishing I could rest. Wondering what Bailey would have done if I didn’t exist. If I wasn’t around to help her.

Mathias’s mouth skims my belly underneath the cotton tee. He wrangles my black leggings and panties down my legs then kisses the stretch marks on my thighs.

What was I saying?

“Go on, baby. Tell me what happened next.” He nuzzles between my thighs, breathing in and out, a muted groan rolling over my sensitized flesh.

His tongue burrows through the folds to lap at my clit, and I whimper at the unfamiliar sensation.

My sexual experience is fairly limited—my last relationship ended four years ago, and we never wentall the way. I was waiting for a deeper commitment before losing my virginity, and he thought oral sex was unsanitary. Unnecessary.

Judging by the sloppy sounds of bliss coming from Mathias, he disagrees.

“Bailey was pissed about her car. She didn’t thank me for picking her up.” I fight to speak coherently through spikes of pleasure. I’m not sure if Mathias’s unconventional therapy has merit, but I’m definitely feeling something other than the despair of that night.

“When I got home, I stared at my pill organizer. That pink cylinder with the glitter?” I reference the container he’s seen me pull out every morning before breakfast. “I’d just refilled compartments. Hundreds of pills. And I wondered what it’d be like to swallow them all.”

A hard suck on my clit slaps the desperate musing aside. Two long fingers plunge into my soaking channel. “Your worthless roommate got off easy,” he growls between nips and sucks. “If I ever see—”

“Stop.” My hands tangle in his short hair, tugging on the silver-streaked strands. “I don’t want to think about her anymore. I just want to feel. You’re the only one who makes mefeel,” I admit, arching into his ravenous mouth.

Mathias cracks the layer of numbness between me and the world. He’s done it from the moment we first met. Effortlessly. Assertively. It’s why I keep pushing to leave here.

Glimmers of myself sprout through those cracks, and the independent woman who is used to being responsible and taking care of herself can’t resist vying for control again.

Another lick. Another finger added to stretch my tight opening. And Mathias wins, ushering in a blinding orgasm that obliterates thoughts of Bailey, suicide, and self-doubt.

I relish his attention. His thumb circling my throbbing clit as he kisses back up my body. His bearded cheek scraping along mine.

It’s a testament to how touch-starved—affection-starved—I am that we’re both still mostly clothed, yet I feel as vulnerable and exposed as if I were lying naked before him.

When my vision clears enough to see his handsome face hovering above mine, the gleaming sight of my arousal on his lips and beard has me squirming in place.

It’s raw and sexy and…tastes like us.

Mathias drops his head to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss, his tongue a mix of me and his unique flavor, and I realize this is our first kiss. He’s fucked me with his fingers, and now his tongue, but he’s never kissed me on the mouth before.

As if sharing the same thought, displeasure rumbles from his chest. “Je suis désolé, mon ange.You deserve to be kissed morning, noon, and night, and I plan on making up for my error.”

Heart melting under his embrace, I stroke his scalp, his neck, his broad shoulders—anywhere I can reach—and enjoy the grounding effect his hard body has on mine.

No matter how wrong it may be, I could become used to being pinned beneath Mathias while he kisses my worries away.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ALLISON

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