Page 91 of The Best Worst Mistake
“I never let myself imagine any of this,” I tell her, tracing the line of her collarbone with my fingers, unable to keep my eyes off her skin, or the way her hair falls onto the bed right beside me. “But the real thing might be better than anything I could have imagined. Like these eyes,” I tell her, lightly kissing each eyelid as she closes them for me. “And how they’re looking at me right now.” She smiles again, so sweetly, that I nearly dissolve into the bed. “And don’t even get me started on your smile.” I kiss her again. “The best songs in the world are all written about this smile.”
Her eyes shine at mine.
“Silas.” She grins, blushing, then tilts her head back, laughing. “Please tell me these lines are not the same ones you’ve used before.”
“You wouldn’t even recognize me with another woman,” I tell her, gruffly. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do. Not even close.”
I kiss her neck and she lifts her jaw higher, giving me space to reach the soft spot beneath her jaw while goosebumps prickle up across her skin. She moans softly as I kiss and nip my way across her.
“And this,” I say, kissing her neck. “This has always been a tease.” I run my tongue the length of her collarbone where my fingertips traced a moment ago.
“A tease?”
“Always making me wonder what lies just south of it,” I tell her as I travel down toward her perfect breasts. I gently push against her shoulder until she’s lying flat against the mattress, each nipple standing at attention. “And these,” I say, tucking each into my mouth, one by one, kneading the heavy flesh as it fills my palm. “There are no words for these.”
She laughs, dipping her head back into the pillows behind us, arching her back each time I swirl my tongue around the centers.
“Go on, then” she says, breathlessly, challenging me to go lower. “What else?”
I trace one finger lightly between her breasts, pressing gently when I reach the dip of her bellybutton.
“And then there’s this, which if I remember correctly, used to be pierced back in college.”
She laughs again, pressing her hand over the tiny scar to cover it.
“God, you have a good memory,” she says, then laces her fingers through mine.
“Believe it or not, I remember everything,” I tell her, kissing her hand covering mine.
She draws in a sharp breath as I shift our hands and use my tongue to circle her belly button, leaving a trail of soft kisses against the skin leading down to her hip bones.
“You have no idea how good my memory is when it comes to you,” I say, flicking my tongue over the curve of her hip before pressing another kiss into her skin.
She moans, but lets me keep her fingers laced in mine as I move further south.
“But the rest of you,” I say, eyeing below her hips. “The rest of you is new to me. Never before seen. It might actually turn out to be my most favorite part of all.”
She immediately sobers when she catches me traveling further down her body, taking her all in. She inhales a quick breath through her teeth when I press a kiss into the space between her thighs. Then I keep my eyes on hers, our fingers still intertwined, as I drag my tongue down the final folds of her skin, pulling her apart with my fingertips before flicking her with my tongue.
“This is the part I think I must be dreaming about now,” I tell her, positioning myself to finally bring her into my mouth, squeezing her hand in mine. “Because you are absolute perfection,” I tell her when her eyes roll back.
Then I lie between her legs, my cock pressing into the mattress, pulsing sharply at the very first taste of her.
“Then please don’t ever stop,” she moans. And that’s all the permission I need to go on.
Chapter 43
Juliet
Within moments, Silas has one hand holding me apart while the other is still firmly on my hand. His tongue finds each sensitive apex, expertly moving between them, circling me slowly before following down the line. Bringing everything in me twisting right up to the edge before backing off again.
As if in my dream, I spread my knees wider, an invitation to dive deeper into every part of me, grabbing a pillow to stifle my moans.
He slips a finger inside, then pushes one of mine in too, sliding past each other, while his tongue holds me captive from the outside. I’m completely lost in the moment, not just beneath his control, but under mine too. Showing him exactly how I like to be touched and where. And although I don’t think Silas would ever need any sort of lesson in how to touch a woman, I love that he wants me to show him exactly what I want.
I flip around, wanting to taste him the same way, and position myself so he’s just within reach of my mouth. Then I lick my lips and push him inside, letting him fill my mouth while his tongue presses into me, too.
The soft hardness of him between my lips, while I’m lost under his control, nearly has me careening off the edge.
