Page 82 of Over the Moon

She swatted at my chest. “I was talking to my dad after dinner, and he was telling me that my mom would be so proud of the woman I’ve become, which of course, got me in all my feels. We talked about how much we miss her, and he said that it’s okay to miss someone, even all these years later, because it means they impacted your life. Dad said that even though grieving her loss has been horrible, he’d rather have had an hour of wonderful, than a lifetime of just okay. I’ve had a lot of just okay, you know?”

“What are you saying? Are you over the moon for me, Eloise?” My voice was all tease as I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Don’t get cocky, Hotshot,” she chuckled. “I’ll say this… Not everything has to last forever to be worth doing it. So I’m going to try your wholeone-day-at-a-timephilosophy and just enjoy it. For once in my life, I don’t want to overthink everything.”

“Yeah? I like the sound of that.”

I’ve always been a guy who believed in taking things one day at a time. Not overthinking everything. Yet, here I was, knowing one day would never be enough with this woman.

I already wanted more than one day.

Maybe even all of her days.

She raised her arms over her head for me to take her blouse off. I pulled back and found the hem of the silky white fabric and lifted it over her head.

“Damn, I’ve dreamed about these tits more times than I can count.” My fingers traced over the thin white lace, and her nipples hardened beneath the tips of my fingers. I slipped one strap down her shoulder, my knuckles gliding across her silky skin as she arched her body up toward me. I leaned down, taking her hard peak between my lips, and she groaned. I flicked it with my tongue before slipping the other strap down her shoulder and moving to the other breast. Back and forth, over and over, as she squirmed beneath me.

I pulled back to look at her, her cheeks flush and lips parted.

“I could stay right here all night,” I said, my voice gruff as she reached up and ran her fingers along the scruff of my jaw.

“I want you right now. No more waiting,” she said.

“There’s one thing I need to do first.” I slid down her body, reaching behind her for the zipper on her skirt. “I want to taste you, beautiful.”

Her eyes widened, and her breaths came faster. She gave me the slightest nod, but I could see the nerves there.

“Have you done this before?”

“I haven’t. It’s just never been… requested,” she said, which made me chuckle. Because how the hell had no one ever gone down on her?

“Well, it’s being requested now,” I said. My voice was all tease as I pressed my erection against her. The thought of being the first man to bring her this kind of pleasure did something to me. “I want to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

Her lips turned up in the corners. “I do.”

I slowly slipped the skirt down her legs, stopping at her ankles and slipping off her heels and tossing them on the floor. She was left in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, and her bra was pulled down just beneath her breasts.

I reached for the band of her panties, and she sucked in a breath as I slowly dragged them down her gorgeous legs. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, removing the last strap of fabric covering her beautiful body.

I just stared down at her.

How many times had I imagined what was beneath her clothing?

“You’re stunning,” I said. “You just don’t even know how many times I’ve thought about this.”

“Tell me,” she said, her voice trembling the slightest bit.

“Every fucking day, Eloise. Being close to you, talking to you, being lucky enough to be in your fucking presence—I don’t take it for granted. And getting to touch you and taste you, I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet,” I said.

“I feel like the lucky one.” She sighed. “But I don’t like that I’m the only one who isn’t dressed.”

I reached behind me and yanked off my shirt. But I couldn’t wait another second. I bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh, moving from one to the other. I kissed my way up her legs before burying my face between her thighs. I licked her from one end to the other.

Slowly at first.

I paused every once in a while to make sure she was okay.

She was definitely okay.

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