Page 36 of The 7 Rules of Moving On
“So, what?” His voice was quiet then, a dark whisper over her skin.
At first, she thought she was imagining it, his body pressing closer to hers, his hand moving on her breast. But then his fingers closed around her nipple, pinching with an aching tenderness.
“What am I, Kissie?”
Arching into his touch, she said, “Irresistible, Trig. You’re irresistible.”
His lips ghosted over her shoulder. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Good,” she breathed, rocking her ass back helplessly into his raging hard-on. “Really good. How are you?”
“Horny as fuck.”
She laughed, then bit back a moan when his hips moved, his erection pressing between her cheeks.
“I want you to feel better than good,” he said. “I want you to feel amazing.”
She wanted that too, but she needed to make sure they were clear. She needed to make sureshewas clear, because her stupid heart was beating out his name in Morse code.
“Okay, but no strings. No attachments. I know there’s something between us, but—” He rolled her over, pushing up her shirt to expose her breasts. His mouth took over for his fingers, his lips brushing so softly over her nipple she thought she might die from it. “It’s only sex, okay?”
His only response was to take the full weight of her breast in his hand and suck her nipple deeply into his mouth.
Sighing, her fingers diving into his hair, she said, “Say it.”
“Say what?”
“No strings. Say it.”
When his tongue flicked over her nipple, her skin pebbled and her brain short-circuited.
“Fine. No strings.”
“Okay,” she said, grinning up at his ceiling because now that they were clear, everything would be fine. Everything would be perfect. “Okay, good.”
“What did you need, Kissie?” His teeth grazed her other nipple. “Last night, what did you need that you didn’t get?”
She knew exactly what she needed. Her body was practically screaming for it. Taking his hand away from her breast, she pushed it down between her legs. “This. I need this.”
He took his hand away from her, but only long enough to pull off her pajama pants and hurl them over his shoulder. When his gaze settled between her legs and he licked his lips, she started hyperventilating.
Crawling up the bed to lie back down next to her, his eyes met hers as he pressed his finger gently over her clit. “Here?” His finger traveled further down between her folds, settling at her entrance. “Or here?”
Her breath catching in her throat, she begged, “Both. Please, both.”
When his finger slid into her, her eyes rolled up behind her lids. When a second finger joined the first, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, trying not to cry out.
“You’re so warm, Kissie. So soft.”
The way he moved his fingers, sliding them in and out of her with this slow, deep rhythm, dragging them along her front wall… He was highly skilled. A master. She couldn’t have done it better herself.
Her belly began to tighten, her toes tingling. He was going to make her come only from moving his fingers inside her.
“Stay inside me. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’m so close.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, kissing her neck, biting her shoulder, hooking his fingertips just a little, the perfect amount. “But let me know if you need me to—”
Her orgasm caught her off guard as it surged through her, stealing her breath, making her writhe and whimper and,did I just grunt?
