Page 39 of Spur of the Moment
There was silence, and then Bailey cleared his throat. “Lettie...”
Perfectly aware that my underwear did little to hide my ass, I straightened, yanking the shorts with me. Rouge darted past me as I turned to come face to face with Bailey, his chest glistening with water just inches from mine.
“Rouge stole my shorts,” I said as a way of explaining my mooning him. My cheeks heated as he studied me, something like hunger shining in his eyes.
I inhaled deeply. It was just my ass. I’m sure Bailey had seen plenty of those in his lifetime. He took a step forward, and in response, I took a step back. He took notice of the space I left between our bodies, then brought his forest green eyes back up to mine.
“I trained him well while you were gone.”
“You trained him to take women's pants?”
His lips twitched, and he took another step forward. I was all too aware of the fact that he wore nothing but a towel draped low around his waist.
“No, but I should have.”
Attempting to keep the space, I took one more step backwards when my back hit the wall. His wet hair hung over his forehead, drops of water falling between us off the chocolate strands.
“You’re too scared to do it yourself, you have to make the dog do it?” My voice was too breathy, and he took one last step forward, his hands coming up to the wall on either side of my head. He caged me in, and it should be suffocating, but in this moment, I never felt more alive, every hair on my body standing on end with anticipation.
“Kind of hard to take your pants off when you were three hundred miles away, but now that you’re right in front of me, I’m not waiting any longer.”
It was useless to try to hide the effect he was having on me right now, but that didn’t stop me. “It’s a good thing my pants aren’t on then.”
He smirked. “Ripping this shirt off of you will more than make up for it.”
I gasped as he did just that, his hands coming to the neckline of my ratty t-shirt and yanking it, the material tearing easily. I stood there as it slid down my arms to the floor. The only thing left covering me was my lacey underwear. His eyes roamed my body as he kneeled down. I watched him as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties before looking up at me.
“I’ve dreamt of what you would look like standing before me like this for as long as I can remember. What you would taste like when you finally let me devour you. How you would feel when you let me in for the first time.”
I bit my lip as he slowly tugged my underwear down, the gentleness of it a contrast to how he removed my shirt.
He took me in, and fuck, if his starved expression didn’t make my thighs clamp together, my body begging for any kind of pressure. He slid his hands in between my legs, pulling my thighs apart.
He brought his gaze back up to mine. “No more hiding, Lettie. No more running. I’m taking what I’ve craved, and the only way I’m stopping is if you tell me to.”
The thought didn’t even cross my mind as I let my body sag against the wall to spread my legs just an inch wider, showing him I wanted it just as much as he did.
His lips lifted as he slid his hands around to the backs of my thighs. “Hold on,” he commanded.
I laced my hands through his wet hair a second before he lifted me with little effort, settling my legs over his shoulders. All that ranch work paid off, if not for the simple pleasure of him manhandling me.
I gasped, my body at his mercy as he licked back to front, his tongue buried in my pussy. A groan escaped him as he discovered how wet I already was.
“You taste better than I ever could have imagined, Huckleberry.”
I pulled at his hair in response to the nickname. Now was not the time for childish names.
He looked up at me, his head still between my legs. “Two can play the punishment game, Lettie.” He lifted his right hand and brought it back down with a hard slap, gripping my ass in both hands. Pleasure surged through me at the sting his palm left, the slight pain coursing through my body as I ached for his tongue back on me. A smirk crested his lips before he brought his mouth back to my center, his tongue easily finding my clit and lapping at it.
I moaned, leaning my head back against the wall as he anchored me in place. “You like that, Lettie?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
With my legs still wrapped around his shoulders, he brought one hand around to slide one finger into me, curling it justright as he pumped it in and out. My mouth popped open, the sensation eliciting another moan from my lips.
His mouth worked me as he added a second finger. I ground my hips against his face as he sucked on my clit, his tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves. I always had fantasies of being with Bailey, but never expected them to come true. Now that it was happening, my body couldn’t hold back at how it reacted to him. All-consuming, taking over every thought in my head, every nerve in my body. I was at Bailey’s mercy, and there wasn’t a single place on this planet I’d rather be.
His other hand was still gripped on my ass, encouraging my hips as I ground against his mouth. He released my clit, his breath hot on my skin.
