Page 57 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

I pulled my finger out and held it up for him to see our glistening arousal before sucking it off. The marriage of our flavors brought my taste buds to life.

James growled and palmed his balls as if the sight had physically pained him.

It was time to put the man out of his misery. “Lie down.”

He obliged with his head on the pillow. I didn’t straddle his hips like before. Instead, I perched myself over his face, with my knees opened wide around his head so he could reach me.

“Lick me,” I ordered.

His whole face brightened at my command, and he obeyed without protest. “Happy to be of service.”

One swipe of his tongue on my clit and I was doubled over with pleasure. I held onto the headboard as he massaged me with the tip of his tongue. Steady, even strokes like he was strumming a guitar and hitting all the right notes.

I crouched lower to hold onto his head. I wound my hips to match his tempo, grinding into his face, my tightly coiling pleasure just waiting to release.

I weaved my fingers into his thick hair, yanking on it hard. It probably hurt, but he had proven himself worthy of the pain.

His tongue swiped at my slit, hindering my balance on already shaky knees. Rough hands skated up my belly and kneaded my breasts.

I was lost in the strokes of his tongue, all my senses fading except my strengthening sense of touch. My inner thighs chaffed deliciously from his stubble. “Don’t stop, baby,” I breathed out.

He didn’t. He gave me more, dipping two fingers inside and fucking me way better than I had fucked myself. I could feel my walls contract around the welcome intrusion. How was it possible that he knew my body better than me?

Suddenly, the warmth disappeared from my pussy. His tongue continued to work my clit as his sticky fingers slid between my ass cheeks. I froze. No one had ever been back there, and to be honest, I wasn’t ready for it tonight.

But his fingers never entered me. Instead, they massaged my tight entrance. My body relaxed into a blissful moan. The feeling was unreal—like hundreds of nerve endings coming alive all at once.

Fireworks exploded, and I detonated into pieces, screaming his name. I’d never felt like this with anyone. The rush he gave me was addicting. I was already having withdrawals, thinking about leaving his bed in the morning.

My knees gave out and I collapsed back onto his chest. He looked so fucking sexy with my arousal smeared over his satisfied grin.

He wiped my wetness off his chin with his upper arm and pegged me with his eyes.

“My turn.” Like lightning, he flipped me onto my back, my head at the bottom of the bed. The caveman threw one of my legs over his shoulder and plunged inside of me without invitation. I had yet to recover from my own high, and his massive size only heightened my sensitivity.

James pounded, rolling his hips as he made contact with my nub. He didn’t just fuck me, he worked my pussy raw. My eyes disappeared into my head as he bumped me closer and closer to the edge of the bed, until my head was hanging over.

I wanted this forever, to be his and for him to be mine. I needed it more than I needed air. Our joined bodies felt more right than anything I had haver experienced in my life. He had to feel it, too. The way that he was looking at me now through heavy lids, like he was worshipping all of me...he had to have felt it.

Rigid stone scraped my fingertips as I ran them down his abs. His golden skin was damp with perspiration.

His jaw clenched and his body tensed. Our movements became wild and untamable. It was only us in this moment. No internship. No ethics.

He shouted his climax while arching his back, filling me with his warm seed before crashing onto me. We were a sticky, sweaty, sweet mess.

This man, the one whose heart was beating furiously against mine, was everything I hadn’t known I needed. I had fallen for him, and there was no returning from it. My obsession with him was more than just physical. It was whole and consuming. It waslove.

Chapter 24

When I was younger, I had loved puzzles. I’d spent hours assembling them. The more pieces the box had, the more motivated I had been to complete it. My favorite had been a giant circus scene with various breeds of dogs doing random tricks like jumping through hoops and balancing on giant balls. It had taken me nearly a week to assemble all five thousand pieces. After I’d finished, I hadn’t had the heart to break it apart and store it in the box, so instead, Mom had framed and hung it over my dresser as a reminder of what I could accomplish.

Puzzles weren’t a team sport. Sure, the more people who participated, the faster it would be completed. But part of the intrigue for me had always been that I could work on it by myself, marinate over the pieces at my own pace, and try to fit them together even if the combinations were obviously wrong without ever having to explain my reasoning.Trial and error.

It was the perfect activity for an only child.

Archaeology was like solving a giant puzzle. There were lots of little pieces or clues to discover, and my job was to fit them all together to reveal the bigger picture.

Time had ticked away too quickly for the dig. There was only a week and a half left on James’s permit, and we’d made no headway on figuring out the patron of the temple. I was still adamant that it was a woman, but no new evidence had turned up to support my claim. It was the hardest puzzle I had ever worked to solve, and there were no Pomeranians balancing on tightropes in this one.

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