Page 3 of Where We Bloom

His mouth isamazing.Not too hard, not too wet. He growls against me, those hands drift down to my ass, and then helifts me.

I let out a yelp and wrap my arms around his shoulders. I’m not a little woman.

“I’ve got you,” he says against my lips as he carries me to the bedroom. “And as much as I’d love to fuck you against that glass, I’d have to kill anyone who got a look at you, so we’ll take it to the bedroom.”

I smirk. I can’t help it.

He’s not going to kill anyone over a one-night stand.

But it’s an amusing thought.

And then all thinking goes out those windows as he sets me on my feet. My hands dive for the buttons on his shirt, and he unfastens the belt I have around the green dress I’m wearing.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says as the belt hits the floor.

With a grin, I push his shirt over his shoulders, and when it joins my belt near our feet, I let my eyes roam over smooth skin and muscles that aren’t for days. They’re foryears.His abs are so defined, I want to lick them.

I want to nibble them.

And my hands are all over him.

“Lift your arms, beautiful girl.” I comply, letting him pull my dress over my head. He discards it, and I’m standing before this Greek god in just my pretty purple bra and panties, my many flaws on display for him. “Christ Jesus, you’re gorgeous.”

We’re not touching now, just staring at each other, taking each other in. His chest heaves. His hands fist at his sides.

“Your pants,” I whisper, meeting his eyes. “Please.”

His jaw clenches.

“I like it when you ask nicely.” He steps out of the slacks, along with his boxers, andoh. My. God.“My eyes are up here, angel.”

Angel.I’m going to die tonight. I feel it coming.

I swallow hard.

“And you have nice eyes, but holy shit, have you seenthat?”

I’m scooped up again and am lying on my back in the middle of a soft island of a bed, and he’s hovering over me, kissing up my chest toward my chin.

His hands explore me everywhere. Over my sides and hips. My thighs. And then his palms skim up to my breasts. His thumbs brush my nipples over the bra, and I arch into him.

“Every fucking inch of you is perfect,” he growls against my ear. “If there is anything that I do that you don’t like, you just say so, and it stops. Got it?”

I nod, biting my lip as I watch his lips move.

“I need your words, angel.”

“I understand. Same goes.”

He gives me that smile again before twisting me onto my stomach. He unfastens my bra before he pulls my hips back so my ass is in the air and my face is against the bed. Then his mouth isright there.

I hear him inhale. His hands ghost over the globes of my ass, and then he swipes his tongue through my slit, from my clit all the way to the back door, and I moan.

“Look at you,” he murmurs before doing it again. “Already so damn wet.”

It starts out gentle, and then it’s anythingbut. He licks and then sucks on my clit, pushes a finger inside me, and I push back against him, needing so much more. I feel like if I don’t get him inside menow, I’ll spontaneously combust.

“You like that?”

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