Page 66 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
“You listened to it?” She opens her eyes, but surprisingly, she does not sound surprised by this.
“Tell me why.” Her damp hair is held up by a clip, and I release that clip, sending it flying. The scent of her hair wafts in my direction, and she smells like a fucking chai latte that I want to have sex with.
“I didn't want you to feel bad about it.” Her lower lip and her voice tremble. They’re the only parts of her that I don’t want to make tremble right now. “It was so important to you to be faithful to Alana.”
I plant greedy, possessive kisses all over her pretty face. “Fucking hell, that's exactly why I love you, Birdie. You want me to be the best version of me. Butyou'rethe one who brings out the best of me. It was never her or anyone else. It was always just a matter of time before I realized how I felt about you.”
“Eddie…”
“I know. We don’t have to talk. But I have to kiss you.” I pick her up, naked in my arms, and carry her to the bed.
She doesn’t complain. She just wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek. I place her at the edge of the mattress and kneel before her on the carpet.
“Eddie, we don’t have enough time,” she mutters while pulling off my T-shirt.
“There will always be time for this, Birdie. I will make you come on my face twice before you’ve finishedtelling me how long it will take us to get to the train platform.”
I massage her hips because I already know how much she likes it. She shifts around, thighs pressed tightly together. She crosses her arms in front of her breasts.
“Let me see you, beautiful girl.”
I trail my fingertips down the sides of her legs. She’s just shaved them and they’re so smooth. Smooth and dewy and already starting to tremble. I push her knees apart and kneel between them, kissing and biting the inside of one knee, looking up at her.
She bites her lower lip, uncovering her tits, and then cups and squeezes them.
Jesus.
“Fuck. Baby.” And that’s when I notice just how flushed her skin is. Just how swollen those beautiful perky tits are. “You already made yourself come when you were taking a bath, didn’t you?”
She doesn’t smirk like a vixen. She blushes. My blushing Birdie. My blushing, naked, Dirty Birdie who made herself come in the tub while I was out.
“You thought about me while you touched yourself?”
She nods.
I pull her closer to me, taking one shy pink nipple into my mouth. “You thought about me doing this?”
“Yes.”
I lick her all over. She is clean and warm and smooth and dewy, and I can taste and smell her arousal and it is all fucking delicious. “You didn’t think you could handle me doing this to you, but you touched yourself while thinking about me? How is that fair, Birdie Beckett?”
I get a delicate grunt as a response.
“I’d like to establish some new guidelines… One…” I lick her all the way up to her jaw, over to that spot behind her ear, and then settle between her legs again, squeezing her hip while massaging her clit with my thumb. “I will be the only man who touches you like this from now on.”
She slowly lies back onto the bed, stretching her arms out to the side, grabbing hold of the bedspread. “Mmmmm” is all she says.
“Two.” I kiss my way up her inner thigh. “If you and I are in the same city, you wait for me to get you off.”
“Unacceptable.” Her voice is shallow and breathy.
“What’s that?” I blow warm breath over her clit, making her shiver.
“I will touch myself whenever I want to.”
“Then you will only think of me when you do that.”
“Mmm. Only you. And Sherlock.”
