Page 29 of The One Who Got Away
I raked my fingers through the downy soft hair of his abs to his belt. “I don’t have to be quiet.”
“Thank God.”
He lifted his hips instinctively and I was just as hungry.
A whole house to ourselves for a while.
I kicked off my shoes then straddled his thighs.
He pushed himself up on his elbows. “You’re beautiful.”
I smiled. “Jessie’s handiwork.”
“A hoodie and leggings work for me,” he said against my neck. “But I do like this.” He tugged the stretchy dress off one shoulder to get to the equally stretchy bralette underneath the dress. It was just me and lace.
My nipples pushed against the material and I cupped the back of his head as he sucked one lace covered tip.
I shoved off the dress until it was around my waist. He sat up so that my breasts crushed against his chest and his mouth crashed over mine. His fingers dug into my hips and my ass, grinding me against his jeans.
“I swear, I feel like I’ve been hard for a month.”
I laughed. “It’s only been two weeks.”
“Years.” He scraped his way up my neck to my ear, tugging on it with a growl. “Years, El. I’ve thought about this for years.”
“Don’t give me performance anxiety.”
He laughed and rolled me onto my back. “Not a chance.” He pulled the dress down as he went and settled himself between my thighs. “Now I’m going to properly wear you on my beard, Miss Cross.”
I collapsed on the pillows. “Maybe the next round. I feel like I’ve been insane for ages.”
“Nope.” He rolled the lacy thong over my hips and tossed it at the end of the bed then covered me with his mouth.
My hips lifted under him and the sound of his laughter made everything inside me go golden as the sun shining in this room. I reached down to sift my fingers through his hair as he drove me absolutely insane.
No other man had ever made me so wild and so happy at the same time. I pushed up off the bed, my heels digging in as he lapped at me softly, then more forcefully. The abrasion of his beard and his firm hands holding me where he wanted me left me restless and crazed.
I tugged at his hair until he looked at me, his mouth wet from me.
“Tease.”
He grinned and his dark chocolate eyes danced with an evil glee that made my pulse skitter.
“You ain’t seen nothing.” He rose up to kiss me, my taste on his lips. I sighed then he slowly stretched me open with his two middle fingers until I was a shell of myself.
“Gus, please.”
“I thought I was teasing you.”
“I said you were a tease.” I lifted my hips as he sunk into me again and I groaned out his name. “Not that I wanted to be teased,” I finally managed to get out.
He laughed and he flicked my clit with his thumb pushing me over.
When I came back around, I realized I was scratching at his forearms and shaking.
“So good,” he said against my neck. “My girl.”
“Inside me,” I said on a croak.
