Page 10 of Sweet Escape
“I can’t.” I try to remember my last kiss, but the memory is barely a flicker before it fades, and the beautiful distraction in front of me steals the last of my resolve.
She lays her soft hand on my cheek, gliding her thumb along my beard. “Please.”
Her breathy plea unravels me. I can’t deny this thing between us any longer.
“Fuck it.” I slant my lips over hers, getting my first taste of the woman who’s somehow clawed her way under my skin in less than a day. The kiss is hot and demanding. I lick along the seam of her lips, and she opens for me.
So. Fucking. Sweet.
I nip at her bottom lip. She gasps, and I feel her smile against me. This woman is going to be my undoing.
A low rumble vibrates through me as I grip her hips and spin her away, tracing the line of her neck with my lips and tongue. My right hand trails around her side and under my T-shirt, lying gently across her soft belly.
She braces her palms against the wall, pushing her ass back into my groin. Her chest heaves with each brush of my beard against her soft flesh, and her quiet whimper sends a signal straight to my dick.
“Tell me what you want, birthday girl.” I pluck one perfect, pink nipple between my fingers, and she exhales a stuttered breath.Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve had a woman to worship.
She threads her fingers through my hair, holding my face against her neck. I suck on her pulse point, marking her.
“P-please,” she whines. “Touch me.”
“Where should I touch you?” I ask, gliding my hand down the outside of her lush thigh. “Here?”
“No.”
I slide inward, closer to where I know she wants me, but not quite there.“What about here?”
She growls like a feral kitten, and I can’t contain my laugh.
“So impatient,” I say. “Spread your legs for me.”
Olivia shifts her feet apart as I glide my hand between her delicious thighs. She trembles beneath my touch, her body responding like she was made for me.
“Yes.” The word comes out as a breathy sigh as I circle her sensitive clit, her bare pussy already wet with arousal.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower, Livie?”
To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”
“Did you come?”
She nods, and I slide two fingers inside her tight cunt, earning myself a strangled moan.
“What did you think about?”
“I—oh, fuck.” She curses as I crook my fingers and slide my thumb over her clit in tandem. “You.”
“Mmm. Bet you’ve always wanted to be fucked by a cowboy, haven’t you, Pretty Girl?”
She clamps down on my fingers again, and I know she’s only a few strokes away from detonating.
“Fuck. You’re gripping me so tight.” Maintaining a steady rhythm, I add the slightest bit of extra pressure, fervently stroking her inner walls.I tilt her head to take her mouth in a filthy kiss just in time to swallow her cries of ecstasy as she plummets into pure bliss.
Before she can come down from the high, I drop to my knees, spread her cheeks, and bury my face between her thighs, licking up every drop of her release. She instinctively bends at the waist, pushing her ass out to give me better access, each stroke of my tongue driving her higher and higher. It’s notlong before she’s coming a second time, barely able to hold herself up on shaky legs.
I stand and spin her to face me, taking in her artfully disheveled appearance—flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. I sweep the hair off her forehead and kiss her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“I need you inside me,” she says breathlessly.
