Page 99 of Tangled Kisses
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Skin like silk. The most perfect body I’ve ever seen.”
Her flush spreads, blooming down her chest. Her hands twitch like she wants to cover herself, to hide from me—like all those years of Vander’s indifference and infidelity left her convinced she wasn’t worth this kind of hunger.
Never again.
I bend, tasting her, circling one nipple with my tongue. She shudders, the soap mingling with the faint salt of her skin. God, she tastes better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth. Her fingers curl into my scalp, no pressure, just a plea—silent, trembling.
A client would have demanded. Reese doesn’t even know she’s allowed.
But I’ll teach her.
I kiss lower, inhaling her, dragging my hands down over the flat of her stomach. The skin there is soft, impossibly soft, like satin under my palms. My mouth waters for more, but I want her trembling for me, begging for me.
When my hand slips lower, between her thighs, she gasps and grabs my wrist.
I freeze, meeting her wide eyes. My voice is gravel, my chest tight. “I would never hurt you, belleza. But I’m not rushing this moment. And I won’t let you rush, either. I’m going to take my time, and I’m going to adore every inch of you.”
Her throat works on a swallow. Slowly, her grip loosens.
The moment my fingers slide against her heat, a curse rips from my chest. She’s slick, hot, dripping for me already. My cock jerks hard, but I force myself to hold back, to give her what she’s never had.
I stroke her once, twice, reveling in the way her hips twitch against my hand. Her scent fills my lungs, and I know I’ll crave it forever.
“So tight,” I growl, dipping just enough to feel her clench around the edge of my touch. “So perfect. I’m gonna make you come until you forget every man who ever touched you before me.”
Her hips jerk when I curl my fingers inside her, her walls clenching down so tight it nearly wrecks me. But I want more. Ineedmore.
I slide down her body, kissing every inch on the way until I’m between her thighs, spreading her open with my hands. And then I bury my mouth against her.
She cries out, her back bowing off the mattress, but she’s tense, her body fighting the pleasure she doesn’t believe is hers to feel.
“Griffin…” The sound of my name leaves her lips, shaky and desperate, like she’s not sure she deserves this. And it levels me more than any scream. She’s here with me. She’s trying.
I drag my tongue slow and deliberate along her slit, lifting my head just enough to growl, “Beautiful, I promise you’re gonna come—and you’re gonna come hard. So just lie back and enjoy the fuck out of this as much as I am.”
Then I seal my mouth over her, licking her like a starving man. Sweet vanilla-lavender soap, her skin, her wet heat—it’s intoxicating, dripping down my chin as I devour her.
“This,” I murmur against her clit, tongue working mercilessly, “is what I’ve craved for so fucking long. The chance to worship you.”
Her thighs quiver around me, muscles trembling. Her nails bite into my shoulders, desperate for an anchor. Another broken whisper of my name slips out—pleading, prayerful—and it only drives me harder.
“It’s not fair,” she murmurs. “I need to touch you, too. Please.”
I glance up, lips wet with her, my cock throbbing at the sight of her undone. “You will. I promise. But right now? You’re mine. Give me this, belleza. Let me feel you come all over my tongue.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue hard and fast, fingers stroking deep, curling exactly where I know she’ll shatter. And then she breaks—crying out my name, sobbing, clutching my head like I’m the only thing keeping her alive.
But I don’t stop. I lap at her, relentless, dragging her through the quake of one orgasm and straight into another. She’s begging now, the words fractured, her thighs shaking so hard I have to pin her hips to the mattress to hold her steady as I devour her.
Finally, when she’s spent, I rise. My mouth is slick with her, and I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“Look at you,” I whisper against her lips, my voice hoarse with want. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?”
She’s trembling, her chest heaving, eyes glazed like she can’t find words. Her lips part, and what comes out is a broken whisper. “Oh, my God. I can’t. You’re incredible. I can’t?—”
I catch her mouth in another kiss, growling against her lips. “Yes, you can. And I’m going to spend the rest of tonight proving it.”
I lean off the bed just long enough to snag my wallet from my jeans, tearing open the foil packet with my teeth.
