Page 55 of Catch and Release Groom

Pert, rosy nipples greeted him, and a low groan rumbled from a carnal place within, leaving him useless to resist the pull of his hands to her breasts. Her chest was heaving as hard as his, and that was nothing compared to his cock. Relief and desire flowed as he squeezed and massaged, plucking her nipple as though playing a song made of whimpers, panted breaths, and groans.

He placed hot, open-mouth kisses on the column of her neck as he guided her to a seated position on the bed. Then he knelt in front of her, pushed apart her knees, and set his sights on that last scrap of fabric.

“Another thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…” He threaded his fingers through the silky straps at her hipbones and peeled off her panties, baring her fully to his hungry gaze. “Tasting you.”

Liquid pooled and glistened, and her whimper just about did him in. But he took his time, kissing and licking his way up her inner thighs, inhaling her scent until his head swam with it.

At long last, he delved on in, dragging his tongue up her pussy and flicking her clit.

Imogen’s legs clamped onto either side of his head as he sucked her into his mouth.“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“You like that, baby?” he asked at the plow of her fingers through his hair, the light scrape of nails across his scalp soothing yet riling.

“I hoped it’d be like this.” Ragged puffs of air spilled from her perfect, kiss-swollen lips. “For a while I thought I was doing something wrong, but…”

“But you weren’t doing it with me,” he growled against her heated flesh. “That’s where you went wrong.”

She shook her head, more at him than in disagreement. “So. Damn. Cocky.”

“You love it,” he insisted.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and her breath came out gratifyingly shaky. “I really do. You’re just so—”

One long, languid lick and her head lolled, exposing more of her incredible body to his voracious gaze. He rested his cheek on her upper leg, watching her face as he stuck out his tongue, grazing her needy pink nub with the tip. “Not so high and mighty now, are we?”

“Nope, that position’s all yours,” she snarked, and he snagged hold of her knee and twisted her body so he could smack her ass.

A throaty, delighted laugh emerged, and pride flooded his chest. He’d never seen her so uninhibited. For him to be the one to bring out that side of Imogen? Well, it fed the ego she’d accused him of having and compelled him to show off a little more.

He alternated his ministrations, gently brushing his scruff over her sensitive flesh. A kiss followed by a nip, lick, or suck. Determined to keep her out of her head, he constantly changed up the rhythm so she wouldn’t know what to expect next.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, her entire body snapping taut. “Easton, Easton,Easton.”

With that she burst, a shuddering, beautiful spectacle that he watched with awe, doing his best to ignore the thought that there’d be no coming back from this.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Adrift in a euphoric paradise, Imogen floated along, basking in the gentle lapping waves that gradually returned her to a cabin in the woods and the man still on his knees in front of her.

“That was…” Talking took too much of her limited supply of oxygen, becausewhoa. “Amazing.”

Okay, so it wasn’t overly articulate, but it was accurate. With her lungs still struggling to recover from the rippling, mind-bending orgasm, it was also the best she could do.

Sparks of light danced in and out of her vision as she sat up and regarded the gorgeous man who’d given her the intense, sensual experience she’d nearly written off as urban legend.

Now that Imogen knew without a doubt that passion was worth waiting for, worry began poking holes in her happy. She couldn’t imagine finding another man who managed to inspire—and deliver—so much of it.

Moreover, she didn’t want to.

Luckily, that was a concern for her future self; her present self was beyond ready to have sex with Easton Reeves.

She leaned forward, placed a hand on the side of his face, and angled her mouth over his. The kiss was far tenderer than others they’d shared, and yet it struck a chord so deep it resounded through her soul.

Here he is,it whispered.The man you’ve been searching for.

“Again, not the time,” she mumbled aloud to her intrusive thoughts, and Easton’s eyebrows arched in question.

“To not have condoms,” she quickly diverted. “Which is why I bought a box before the game.” She rolled to nab the bag from the nightstand, missing the looped handle by the narrowest of margins as strong fingers circled her ankle and halted her progress…

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