Page 57 of Flat Out
I couldn't resist, and couldn’t even pretend to fight it. I peeled the covers back just enough to crawl between her bare legs, pressing kisses to her warm skin. She whined low in her throat, half-asleep, hips shifting instinctively toward my mouth.
"Callum," she muttered. "S'too early… je suis fatiguée…"
I smirked against her skin and slid her panties off. "You insult my bloodline, love, you pay the price."
She thrashed weakly, mumbling curses, but her body told the real truth—already trembling, already wet for me, even half asleep.
I licked her slowly—long, lazy drags of my tongue—until she was gasping quietly, hands gently holding the back of my head. I pressed my face deeper into her, inhaled her scent, and groaned. Fuck. I wanted to spend my entire life right here, buried between her thighs that were now shaking around my head.
I grabbed her hips to hold her still when she started rocking against me, then sucked on her swollen pink clit. When I flattened my tongue in a harsh stroke, she came with a soft, shattered sob into the quiet morning. She collapsed back onto the bed with a dreamy, sated smile that nearly ended me.
I kissed the inside of her thigh one last time, tucked the sheets around her carefully, and padded toward the kitchenette.
Still achingly hard and grinning like a bastard, I made her coffee using one of those little pod things. It was easy enough—coffee wasn't my thing, but it was hers, and she would need the caffeine after waking up so many times to take care of me.
The coffee maker whirred to life, and I'd never seen her move so fast. She sat up, hair wild, body gloriously naked, blinking the sleep from her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked, stretching her arms over her head and yawning adorably before leaning over the edge of the bed to rifle through her bag. Ass in the air, welts from my beltstill faintly visible and practically begging for me to claim it as my own.
The only part of her I hadn't taken yet. But I would, and when I did, she would feel me there for days.
Fuck.
"A little after eight," I croaked.
Then she sat back up with the shirt Kimi and Marco had gifted her last night with a lopsided smile on her face. She didn't know I was watching, and that told me everything I needed to know: that gift had meant something to her.
This woman was not accustomed to people caring enough to make her a priority. It was like a second language she never thought she'd be fluent in. But she was learning. She was letting herself be loved. She was letting herself be chosen.
Acts of kindness may be foreign to her now, but they wouldn't be for long. Not with the way I planned to smother her in it. She wasn’t just going to get used to being loved; she was going to be fucking ruined by it.
Aaaaand now I was turned on for a whole other reason.
She washealing. She was blooming right in front of me. And I was standing there like the world's proudest, horniest gardener, ready to build her a fucking greenhouse and a throne inside it. And if anyone so much as looked at her wrong while she blossomed, I’d salt the earth they stood on and use their bones to fertilize her happiness.
Seeing it happen in real time made me want to pin her down and fuck her until she forgot there was ever a world before me. And that was when I lost the goddamn fucking plot and my cock decided we wanted to stay inside her for the next twenty-four hours, consequences be damned. All I could think about was filling her so full of me she'd taste it.
Fucking Christ, I was so hard, and a glance down showed I was already leaking into my boxers.
Deep breaths.
Aurélie pulled the shirt over her head, none the wiser to the filthy thoughts circling my brain. I blinked and shook my head to try to clear it, then turned to put creamer in the coffee and stir it.
We were going to have bigger issues to deal with than how badly I wanted to fuck her.
I walked back over to the bed, stepping over the spot on the carpet her greedy little cunt had soaked last night, and handed her the mug. She gave me a soft, grateful smile before taking it. I climbed up to sit behind her, hands grabbing her waist. I pulled us both back until she sat between my legs and I leaned against the headboard.
She settled against me and hummed. "How are you feeling this morning?"
I sighed and ran my palms over her stomach as she sipped on her coffee. "Fine. A little sore, but I don't have a headache."
"Progress, yeah?"
"Mmhmm." I nuzzled my face into her neck, scraping my jaw across her skin. She moaned, and my dick jumped so hard I knew she felt it against her lower back.
She stilled. "Is that a baguette in your boxers, Fraser, or are you just happy to see me?"
I barked out a laugh, so fucking real and raw and so goddamn in love with her it hurt.
