Page 69 of Tender Heart
“This feels like begging.”
I smirk at her. “That would work.”
Her face hardens and she slides a hand down her belly. I can’t pull my gaze from her fingers as they disappear into her pussy. Her lips part, her breathing ratcheting up a notch. Her face slackens for a heartbeat until she pulls her fingers out.
My lungs cave in with each heavy breath as she raises her hand and... slips her fingers between my lips.
Fuuck.
I grab her hips and throw her up on the table on her ass. A sweet little squeak turns to a whimper as I sink onto the chair, push her thighs wider than is polite, and tug her hips to the edge of the table. Propped up on her hands, her hair hangs behind her back, brushing across the tabletop. Her perfect fucking pussy glistens with her slick need.
Christ almighty.
I thumb her sweet little clit, and she squirms on the table, eyes snapping up. Desperate to savor her, I sweep two fingers through her center and study her reaction.
Her mouth opens on a long moan, and I exchange my fingers for my tongue. She tastes so goddamn incredible. I sweep through her, her soaked entrance covering my tongue. God, I could blow from the taste of her.
“Callum,” she rasps.
“More, baby girl?”
“More.”
I lick her clit, sinking two fingers inside her, and she tightens around me. Lapping and suckling her clit, I pump my fingers ina steady rhythm, curling them forward as she bucks, setting the rickety old table wobbling under her weight.
What I wouldn’t do to be balls-deep inside this woman.
The way she riles me up, with just the bare minimum.
It’s too fast.
Too much.
The fact that I’m falling for the little twentysomething who showed up at the marina and turned my life upside down... It’s?—
I—
Fuck.
Hands slide into my hair, and I realize I’ve stilled.
“Hey, what is it?” The softest brown eyes find mine.
“We—I—nothing, it’s nothing.” I dip my head to continue.
Her hands capture my jaw, tilting my head up. “No, it’s not nothing. Tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out. We don’t have t?—”
I push to my feet, and her hands fall from my face.
It’s more than too much.
Not only is she the softest place I’ve ever wanted to fall, even the slightest touch from her sets me on fire.
An impossibility.
She’s almost half my age.
She’s not staying.
