Page 47 of All We Need

I blame the woman who raised me for offering up the bed.

My legs are numb, there’s a spring shafting me in the ass, and my back will never be the same.

Groaning,Itoss.Thenturn.Andfor good measure, toss again.Thewooden legs of the sofa creak with my movements.

“Booth,Iswear to god, if you make another noiseIwill make you wish you never existed,” a frustrated voice hisses at me.

“I’m already there.Goback to sleep,”Iwhisper-shout.

“Ihaven’tslept.Yourmoaning has kept me up.”

“I’ve never had a woman complain before.”

The rolling of her eyes might as well be audible.

Silence resumes untilIhear rustling bedsheets, followed by a deep exhale. “Getin the bed.”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

It’s a good thing the dark hides my delighted smile or she might maim me. “Aren’tyou going to buy me dinner first?”Myjoke falls flat, butIdon’t push it.Ipractically nosedive onto the mattress, huddle underneath the covers, and sigh happily.Rollingover,Ifind her viperous stare aimed my way.Astreak of moonlight lights up her scrunched brow and pouty lips.I’mhitwith the rich scent of her, picking up notes of sage and lavender.

“Hands and feet to yourself.”Sheslashes an arm down the middle of the bed. “Donot cross this barrier.Noteven a pinky.”

I lie on my back, folding my hands behind my head, and shut my eyes.Istill feel her glowering at me. “Iknow better than to go into shark-infested waters.Goodnight,Silver.”

The mattress shifts as sheharrumphsand gets comfortable.

It takes no time at all to fall asleep.

And the last thought that crosses my mind is thatIcan’t choose whichIlike more.Herheated scowl because of my dumb jokes or the softer side she tries to hide that somehow makes her more beautiful.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

alessandra

A shiver ticklesthe length of my spine as two strong hands glide up my calves.Roughfingertips add to the heady sensation.

Everywhere aches, and with every inch the hands move higher, my core clenches in anticipation.I’vebeen wet from the second his heated skin brushed over me, featherlight but electrifying.

My breaths come in fast, increasing in staccato.Whenhe reaches my thighs, he changes tactics, his touches becoming lazier.Ratherthan a straight line, he veers inward, stroking the soft skin and pushing my legs apart.

I’m bared to him now.Nota stitch of clothing to hide my soaked pussy.Withoutthe sense of sight,I’mcompletely at his mercy.Theblindfold he asked me to wear intensifies everything.I’dkill to see the glow in his eyes as he drinks me in.Fornow, his husky groans, smoky scent, and torturous touches are enough to push me over the edge.

He’s a faceless, nameless seductor.

I jolt when his lips graze just below my navel. “Areyou wet for me?”

His voice drips with lust, but it’s the deep chuckle that follows whenIshake my head that has desire pulling low in my belly.

“Stubborn thing, aren’t you,Silver?” he whispers.

Wait!

Silver.

Smoky scent.

I rip off the blindfold and find the man who coined that nickname lying between my open thighs.

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