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I moved my hand around to grip her throat, cupping her chin, and pulled her head down to mine. Slanting my lips over hers, I kissed her through each wave of her release, drinking the sounds from her lips like the fiend I was.
She’d made me this way.
Hungry, thirsty, fuckingstarvingbut unable to be satiated by anything but the taste of her, the sounds of her release, the very breath from her lungs.
I kissed her until her breathing returned to a normal rhythm, then I pulled back, smiling at the love-drunk look in her brown eyes.
I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip, and her tongue darted out to taste me, then she sucked the digit into her mouth and a rush of blood filled my cock.
I hissed air through my teeth and pulled my thumb free of her perfect mouth, then massaged myself, repositioning the hard mass into a more comfortable position. She reached for me, but I shook my head and focused on the platter of food between her legs.
Rylan huffed as I picked up a cracker and began to stack it with accoutrements.
“RJ,” I said. “What does that J stand for?”
“Janine.”
“Rylan Janine,” I tasted the words slowly as I brought the cracker to her lips. “Beautiful.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rylan
My knees ached from kneeling on the cool marble counter top. My thighs burned from the spread position of my legs. My pussy throbbed with need, still so desperate to be filled even after the orgasm Cabot had given me not even ten minutes ago.
Weeks without him had created a hunger in me that wouldn’t be quenched with a single climax.
He prepared another cracker with creamy brie and fig jam, then fed me slowly. We’d said very little, and the silence felt louder than any conversation we could have. The way he held my gaze said so much without saying a word. He watched me with reverence and love, absorbed every movement I made, every chew, every swallow. He memorized me, drank me in as if making up for a lifetime without me, not a mere few weeks.
The charcuterie board was still between my legs, a barrier I couldn’t cross even though I wanted to slide off the counter top and climb him instead.
When we both finished chewing, he stepped backward and leaned against the opposite counter as he had before. His thick cock strained against his slacks, the distinct outline drawing my attention downward until he cleared his throat and I lifted my gaze.
Cabot tilted his head as he watched me. “What would you like for lunch?”
My eyes fell to his crotch—
He cleared his throat again, so I looked pointedly at the platter of cheese and shit I’d literally just been eating, then back up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“That was an appetizer.”
Eating anything else after the crackers and cheese he’d fed me seemed excessive.
“You need to eat.”
I met his gaze and rolled my eyes. “I just did.”
“Real food.”
I scoffed. “I think the whole state of Wyoming would take offense to that statement.”
Cabot’s brows furrowed.
“You know, Cheese Heads? Wyoming?”
Cabot sighed, then stepped over to me. “Wisconsin, my love. Wyoming is known for…” He frowned. “Well, Yellowstone Park, I guess.” He shrugged, then focused his gaze. “Tell me what you want to eat.”
“You.” I flashed a smile, but it fell when he didn’t return my enthusiasm. “Ugh, fine. Um… Salad.”
