Page 69 of Other Side Of Never
Digging my heels into the mattress, I lifted my hips, and my shorts were history.
Dropping flat to the mattress, he shoved his wide shoulders under my thighs and licked a wide swath through my pussy from core to clit, humming low in his throat.
I pressed my thighs wider, throwing my arm over my face at the sound of his soft chuckle.
Inhaling deeply, he pressed a gentle kiss to my clit then circled it with his tongue before nuzzling his face into my pussy.
My eyes widened at the realization he was coating his chin and cheeks in my juices.
Reaching down I tunneled my fingers through his hair and held his face still for my circling hips.
“Yes, baby.Yes, sweetheart,” he praised, his lips moving against my flesh.“Get yourself off.”
As if I hadn’t done just that only a few hours before, my body combusted, my back arching off the bed as I cried out his name.
Tongue thrusting inside me and circling my clit by turns, he wrung every last tremor from my body.
When I lay limp and sated, he climbed up the bed and stretched out beside me with his hand splayed possessively over my stomach.
I gazed at him with something akin to hero-worship in my eyes.“I just need a minute, and then I’ll take care of you.”
He shook his head sharply.“I’m okay.This is not a one-off for me.You either want this with me or you don’t, and I’m so fucking grateful you gave this to me, Bridget, but I need you all in before I completely lose myself in you.”
Leaning closer, he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine, that pretty mouth mere inches away.
He looked at me like I was his last breath.Never in my life had a man looked at me like that.“Are you going to kiss me?”I breathed.
He moved back and swallowed hard.“If I kiss you, I’m toast.”
I smiled into his eyes.“But what we did is okay?”I teased.“What’s a little cunnilingus between friends?”
Rolling on top of me he pressed first one wrist then the other above my head.Staring down at me, he enunciated, “We.Are.Not.Friends.”
I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.“Best friends?”
Serious hazel eyes looked into mine.“Do this with me, Bridget.I swear I won’t hurt you.”
All traces of humour faded.It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, to take that mouth soaked in my come, and throw all caution to the wind.
Instead, he pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes.“Sleep now.We’ll talk in the morning.”
17
Insidious
Irolledtomybackand lazily waved my hand through the dust motes dancing in the early morning sunlight peeking through a crack in the cottage curtains.
As warm as it was, it didn’t break through the cold of waking to an empty bed.
Had he changed his mind?
Was he even now backtracking?Trying to figure out a way to undo the deeds of the night before?
Tumbling out of bed, I quickly brushed my teeth and charged into the kitchen to confront him.
I found him sitting at the table looking out the window, long legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles crossed, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Hey,” I challenged.
