Page 68 of Scatter the Bones

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” He rubs his fingers over his chin.

Fiery sparks race over my exposed skin.

“Feet flat on the bed. You know better.”

I bend my legs, keeping them tight together.

Shaking his head, he rests his knee on the mattress and slides his hands between my legs. Palms against my inner thighs, he pries my legs open. “Stay like that for me.”

He stretches out on his stomach and hooks his arms around my legs, sliding me to his waiting mouth.

“Look at you.” His low, silky murmur travels straight to my center. He dusts small kisses behind my knees, then drags his tongue to the crease of my thigh. “So pretty and wet for me.”

“Well,” I exhale a shaky breath, “we did just get out of the shower.”

He swipes his tongue against me, and I bite my fist to keep from screaming, it feels so good. The empty ache I’d felt in theshower, before we stopped, pulses to life as he lazily slides his tongue along the seam of my lips.

He lets out a long, contented groan. My vision swims but I force myself to focus on him. How much he seems to love pleasing me.

He licks, kisses, and sucks at me with a need so wild it vibrates through his whole body. His arms are locked around my thighs, holding me open, fingers spreading me, tongue teasing me higher and higher. The bed rocks beneath us, jolting with every thrust of his hips against the mattress, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Sensations overwhelm me but watchinghisexcitement while using his mouth on me pushes me over the edge.

My vision goes black; I spread my legs impossibly wider and grind myself against him.

“Yes,” he mumbles against me, sliding his tongue higher to circle my clit.

My low whimpers twist into sharp screams as he gently sucks.

“Oh.” Broken sounds babble from me, and I let out another long moan when he slides a finger inside me, then another, carefully stretching and exploring me.

“I…I…”

“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thigh while his fingers keep working their magic. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whine and twist my hips.

“You’re soaked. Dripping all over me.” He wiggles his tongue against me. “I love it so fucking much.”

He shoves his fingers into me harder, shaking my body, and lowers his head again.

Heat races over my skin. He groans and grips one thigh tighter, then curls his fingers inside me, rubbing and rubbing at a spot that sets off a blinding white flash behind my eyes.

He keeps licking and kissing, keeping my body purring and wanting, not allowing me a chance to come down.

“Oh my God,” I whimper and try to press my knees together. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He releases my leg but continues to work his fingers inside me in an erratic rhythm. “You’re nice and ready for my cock. Aren’t you?”

“So ready.”

“Good.” His mouth is a hot brand against my skin as he drops kisses over my stomach, up my ribs to the undersides of my breasts. His lips close around my nipple, licking and tugging. A shudder of pleasure rolls through me.

Finally, he settles over me, his damp chest warm against my breasts, a happy, playful expression on his handsome face. I hook my arm around his neck, dragging him closer and press my lips to his. His chin, his lips, are covered in my scent.

The warm, hard head of his cock nudges against me and I struggle to angle my hips, needing him inside me, letting out a pleading whine.

He smiles against my mouth. “What’s wrong, little lady death?” He dips his head and sucks a sensitive spot below my ear. “Want something?”

“Yes.” I glare at him, hoping he feels the blazing heat of my eyes.

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