Page 125 of The Best of Us

He never let his tongue press deep, keeping his touch light, which was almost painfully unbearable. I wanted him to do everything he wasn’t supposed to and then some.

My skin tingled, and my flesh became a grid of goose bumps as he alternated between teasing me with his breath, tongue, and his thumb over the bundle of nerves hidden beneath the thin, wet fabric.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I neared the verge of an orgasm. “I’m going to come.”

He swapped his tongue for his palm and let me ride it out against the heel of his hand, creating extra friction. My face was probably scrunched up, and I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was scream and cry out a string ofyeses, but I did my best to clamp down on my back teeth and quietly let myself go.

I collapsed back on the bed, crashing hard. “Oh. My. God.”

He stood off to the side and bent forward to kiss me. While he hadn’t touched my skin with his mouth, he still tasted of sex. Maybe we’d loopholed our way around my vow a little, but it was worth every incredible moment.

“You’re going to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” A wolfish grin crossed his lips. “Better under my dad’s roof than your father’s, I suppose.” He shoved his hand down the front of his jeans, closing one eye as he fixed what had to be an incredibly painful problem there.

“I promise I’ll behave from now on.” I sat upright, pulling my jeans back up while letting my shirt fall into place. “I don’t want you feeling guilty, which is probably the only thing that will keep me honest.” I pointed to his crotch. “How are you going out there like that? Want me to?—”

“Stroke my cock?” he finished for me, using different words than I would have. “Absolutely not.” He reached into his pocket for his phone.

“You don’t even want to get yourself off?” Standing now, I zipped and buttoned my jeans, then ran my fingers through my hair, working to tame the mess it had to be.

He looked up from his phone at me. “If it’s not with you, I don’t want it.”

That’s sweet.

“Let me return the favor, then.” I reached for his crotch, and his dick jumped, but he secured a firm but gentle grip around my wrist and removed my hand.

He closed his eyes, and the strong Italian man before me, well . . . was he blushing? Was his tan skin turning a shade reddish?

“I sort of already came.”

What?I looked down between us at the dark wash denim. I couldn't tell if there was any type of stain there.

“Yeah, I’m forty-three and got off without you even touching me. And I’m embarrassed and not the least surprised it happened because the things you do to me are never ordinary and always extraordinary.”

Are you rambling?It was adorable. This guy probably didn’tdocute, but I loved seeing this side of him that doubtfully few ever did.

“And yes, my dick is still hard. The reason being you.” He tossed his phone on the bed and held my arms. “I’ll never get tired of you. I’ll never not want you. I’ll take any part of you that you’ll give me. I’ll beg for scraps at your feet.” He squinted like I was the sun in his eyes. “You make me crazy. Insane.” He leaned in and placed his mouth before mine. “So much so that I was just scrolling through my phone to see if I know anyone who could marry us this week because I’m going to lose my fuc?—”

I pressed up on my toes, cutting him off with a kiss. I hooked my arm around the back of his neck, and before I knew it, we were back on the bed.

He deftly navigated me to being on top, so he didn’t crush me with his weight. Always considerate, even in the heat of the moment.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m going to wait as long as I have to,” he said between close-mouthed kisses, “but it’s gonna be a hell of a?—”

“Mom? Dad? You in there?” our son called from the other side of the door. And thank God Constantine had thought to lock the door. “Not hooking up, are ya?”

Constantine rested his forehead against mine, suppressing a grumble. Or a laugh? Likely a mix of both since I had the same reaction.

“Mommm?”

“One second.” He left us no choice but to untangle ourselves and leave the comfort and temporary haven of the bed.

“Grandpa wants to apologize, but I said I had to check with you first to see if you were decent. The last time I interrupted, you were on Dad’s lap, and he had no shirt on.”

Close enough. But wait.I slapped a hand to my mouth as heat flew into my cheeks. “Please, please tell me you’re not serious.”

“Kidding, kidding. But you’re beet red now, aren’t ya?”

Coliiiinnnn.I uncovered my mouth to wave my hand at Constantine and his silly grin of amusement.

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