Page 28 of Fore Better or Worse
I lower my head, finding the valley between her breasts. I kiss every inch of skin, my fingers tracing the neckline of her dress. I tug at the fabric and her bra, freeing her breasts. They’re full and round and fit perfectly in my palms, the hardening nipples begging for my touch.
I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, sucking gently, then harder. Leah gasps. Her fingers grip my shoulders as her legs are a vise-like grip around my ass. I lavish attention on one breast, then the other, kneading and caressing, my mouth tasting and teasing. Each touch of my lips, each flick of my tongue elicits a gasp or a moan from her, and it’s driving me fucking wild.
I move down her body, kissing every inch of skin, then grasp the hem of her sundress, pulling it up and over her head as she shimmies out of it, revealing a nude thong that makes my mouth water.
I look up at her, our eyes meeting, and the raw desire in her gaze is a look I’ll never forget. And suddenly, I’m desperate to taste her. I hook a thumb on either side of her thong and barely get it past her knees before I’m trying to dive in. She kicks it off and spreads her legs, sucking in a sharp hiss when my tongue finds her clit. I waste no time getting down to business.
She tastes incredible. I can’t get enough. Her hips rock against my mouth, her core soft and warm and drenched. I could go for hours, but barely a minute later, I can tell she’s getting close, her muscles tensing.
My cock is so hard it’s painful, but I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor her, to make her come like never before. I’m so focused on her holding her squirming hips tight, on lapping up every drop of pleasure, that when she shatters beneath me, my release threatens just from watching her.
Her orgasm rips through her as she arches off the bed. A cry of pleasure that’s never sounded so sweet echoes through the room as her thighs squeeze my head with a force that nearly crushes my skull, and I love every second of it. The vision of her head thrown back and her lips parted as her fingers twist in the quilt is now officially the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Once the shudders subside, I shift back up onto my knees and pull off my shirt, tossing it aside.
“I knew you’d have six-pack abs,” Leah says, breathless as she runs her hands down them, “but these are…wow.”
“I’m glad you approve.” I suck in a breath as she continues south, fumbling with my belt. I help her, standing only long enough to kick off my shoes and peel off my shorts and boxers. I’m desperate to be inside her, but I pause, wanting to remember this moment. The way she looks, the way she feels, the way she makesmefeel.
Her gaze drops to my cock and fuck, if she doesn’t lick her lips. I’m already riding a razor-sharp edge struggling to keep control, and she bites her lip and hums appreciatively.
That’s it. Exactly two seconds later, I’m sinking into her. She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect. And like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I grit my teeth, freezing for a moment, and focus on taking a deep breath to keep from losing it, right then and there.
Then I start to move, my hips thrusting, our bodies moving in sync. Her nails dig into my back, and I’m lost. Completely consumed by her.
“I can’t…” I growl, pumping faster, desperate to hold off as long as possible.
“Hays, please,” she moans, meeting me thrust for thrust. The plea is my undoing. She’s clenching around me, her body trembling, and I know she’s close. But I’m determined to summon every last ounce of willpower I have not to fill her with my seed. At least not yet.
I want to see her come again. I want to feel her orgasm while I’m buried deep inside her. Shaking with the effort, I barely manage to hold on until she cries out, her body convulsing around me, milking my length.
Then I couldn’t hold back if my life depended on it. My orgasm rips through me, intense and explosive. And it’s confirmation I’m never going to get enough of this woman.
I could stay buried inside her forever. Leah’s everything I remembered and a thousand things I never dared to hope for. I fell for her the night we met, but now? I’m completely and utterly ruined for any other woman. Ever. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter sixteen
Leah
Hays’s T-shirt falls to my midthigh and smells like expensive cologne and pure temptation. He’s shirtless, moving around my kitchen as if he belongs there, reheating our forgotten Thai food with the kind of easy confidence that makes my stomach flutter.
The atmosphere between us has shifted. Not that I’m surprised after the mind-blowing sex only minutes ago. The anxious edge from earlier has mellowed into something that feels dangerously close to domestic bliss.
Which should terrify any rational person, but here I am, practically purring in his oversized T-shirt like some romance novel heroine.
“You know…” I say, resting a hip against the counter. “Most people would consider cold pad thai a tragic waste.”
“Most people haven’t just had the best sex of their lives,” he replies, without missing a beat, flashing me a devastating grin over his shoulder. “I could eat cardboard right now, and it would taste like gourmet cuisine.”
“The best sex of your life? That’s quite a claim for someone with your…experience.”
He abandons the food entirely, turning to face me with an expression that’s suddenly serious.
“Leah, what just happened between us?” He steps closer, his hands coming to rest on either side of my hips. “That wasn’t just sex. That was…everything.”
My breath catches at the raw honesty in his voice, but then again, he’s always been straightforward. Thankfully, before I can respond, his gaze shifts.
“You’ve been busy,” he observes.
