Page 25 of The Best of Us

Gentleman, are you?A gentleman who wanted to eat me out. Who was I to say no to that? Based on how he kissed my mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like if he set those lips anywhere else on my body.

“I want you to do it.” I lifted my hands from his shoulders to the sides of his head, threading my fingers through his thick hair. “Please. I want to know how it feels. I want you to be the one to show me.”

He was quiet for a moment before murmuring, “Just a stranger in the night making you come on my tongue.”

Holy hell, when he said it like that, and with that deep voice flavored by a sexy accent, I’d carry this man’s child if he asked me to.

“Tell me one more time. What do you want me to do?” He shifted his head, so his eyes were pointed up at me.

“Kiss methere.” That was the best dirty talking I could do.

He kept his eyes on mine, dark and burning with intent. He wanted to see the way I unraveled for him. The way my body responded the second his mouth touched the sensitive bundle of nerves aching for him.

At first, he kissed me softly. Slow and reverent. A whisper of his lips against minedown there, tender and teasing, sending a full-body shiver rippling through me. I flinched, anticipation coiling tight, desperate for more.

And then, God help me, he parted me with his tongue, tasting me, and I let out the loudest moan of my life. No shame. No hesitation. Just raw uninhibited pleasure tearing through me.

If you looked up the definition of bliss, this was it.

Everything blurred into sighs and cries of ecstasy. My fingers fisted in his thick hair, tugging and gripping. Self-control shattered, I rocked against his face, chasing the pleasure he so effortlessly unraveled from my body.

And then he destroyed me. Sent a blinding orgasm ricocheting through me. Pleasure crashed and drowned me from its intensity. My legs shook, my breath hitched, and he held me there, drawing out every last tremor until I was nothing but a shuddering, blissed-out mess.

Before I could even comprehend what had happened, he’d scooped me into his arms and carried my sated body toward the hallway of bedrooms.

“Which one is yours?” His voice was rough, like he was holding on by a thread.

I barely managed to point to mine before he had us there, even turning on the light switch with his shoulder in my beach-themed room.

Once I was on the canopy bed, I gazed up at him, dreamlike and dazed. I did my best not to feel so embarrassed about my body and its imperfections while being basked in light under the heat of his stare.

He pulled condoms from his wallet and placed them on the nightstand before undressing, and I greedily drank him in.

Sleek. Toned.Perfect.His upper body was all hard lines and flawless strength, muscles carved and heavenly.

I may have even gasped at the size and thickness of his shaft. I slapped a hand over my mouth, mortified at the shriek, but he only smirked.

He joined me on the bed after that and took his time to appreciate my body. To touch and kiss every part of me. He even found the ticklish parts on my legs and had me laughing. His husky laugh in response to mine warmed my heart and melted my insides.

This man was something else, andsomeoneI’d never forget.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” His promise before we made love had my attention falling from his eyes to hiskill-me-nowlength, then back to his face again. His weight, his warmth, his presence was all-consuming. “I got you,” he murmured before I guided him to my center, and he pushed inside me.

And he truly did. He had me in every way that mattered, in the ways I hadn’t even known existed. He showed me how it was meant to be between two lovers. How it felt to be cherished and worshipped. It was intoxicating and addictive.

Saying goodbye now?Impossible.Name or not, he was already etched into me.

But when he made love to me a second time that night, it was . . . well,otherworldly.

We connected on a level beyond flesh and pleasure. Something primal. Ancient.

Like I was his missing rib. Eve to his Adam. Like we belonged together.

No words passed between us after that. Just a quiet, unshakeable understanding. At some point, I fell asleep in his arms, feeling safer than I ever had in my life.

And then, my world stopped. Because I woke up. And he was gone.

I jolted upright, heart hammering, wild hope surging as I heard noise coming from the living room. Maybe it was him? Maybe he was still here, and I wasn’t too late?

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