Page 80 of For the Promise

I don’t want this to be over too quickly. I want to take my time with Blossom. If this is our last time together, I want to memorize every inch of her. Taste every inch of her. Touch every inch of her.

She whips off her t-shirt and I moan at how hard her nipples are already. She bends over and shimmies out of her panties and I have to fist my hand before I smack her ass.

She climbs onto the bed and I take a second to memorize this moment. How her smile lights up her face. How a blush creeps from her cheeks down her long, elegant neck. How perky her breasts are. How shiny her skin is.

“Are you going to stare at me all night? Or are you going to touch me?”

“Watch it or all the action you’ll get is me jacking myself off while I stare at your gorgeous body.”

Her breath hitches. “Maybe later.”

I shrug off my tuxedo jacket before ripping my bowtie off and unbuttoning my shirt. Blossom sits up in bed. “I like this show.” She wolf whistles. “Take it all off.”

I shake my head at how silly she is. I don’t have enough silly in my life. My brothers are always goofing off but my life is serious. Until Blossom, I didn’t realize I enjoyed silly.

I throw my shirt on top of my jacket before toeing off my shoes.

“I’m going to send a thank you letter to the rowers of America.”

“The rowers of America?”

She motions to my chest. “To thank them for how sexy your shoulders and pecs are.”

I chuckle. “If you want to thank anyone, thank Miles for wanting to surf before school and Eli and Rhett for insisting I watch him.”

Her nose wrinkles. “I’m not thanking your brothers for how sexy you are.”

I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor before rolling the cart with champagne and strawberries toward the bed.

“You forgot something.” She points to my briefs.

“They stay on for now.”

She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. “Are you going to make me wait?”

I nip her lip with my teeth. “Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this. Lay back down.”

She doesn’t hesitate to follow my orders. “Good girl.”

She shakes her head. “Not a good girl. Just ready to get this show on the road. I’ve wanted to jump you since you punched Alan.”

“I didn’t realize you were this bloodthirsty.”

“Neither did I. Until you punched my asshole ex in the nose.” She shivers and I can’t stop myself from reaching out to trace a finger along her side. She leans into my touch.

I pick up a strawberry and dip it in chocolate before placing the treat at her lips. She bites it and I swoop in to kiss her lips. She tastes of strawberries, chocolate, and something all Blossom. It’s sweet and sexy and utterly irresistible.

“Can you handle messy?” I ask against her lips.

“I’m fine with messy. But are you?”

I shrug. “I guess we’re about to find out.”

I dip my finger into the chocolate to make sure it isn’t too hot. Satisfied the liquid won’t burn her skin, I drizzle the chocolate onto her breasts. She gasps before arching her back toward me. I take a mental picture. I want to remember this vision for the rest of my life.

I bend and lick the chocolate off her skin. I moan at the flavor of her skin combined with chocolate. The tart of cherries and the sweet of chocolate is a heady combination.

Once I’ve cleaned her skin, I reach for the chocolate again. This time, I pour it on her stomach. While I lick the chocolate, I play with her pretty breasts. I massage and knead her skin until she’s writhing beneath me.

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