Page 167 of The Night Shift
I fist his hair, my back arching. “Fuck.”
His fingers dig into my skin.
I pull his hair again, harder this time, and he groans like he’s the one unraveling instead of me. His lips find my clit, tasting me in the most intimate way possible. Lightning flashes through my bloodstream.
There’s no easy way to say this. But Theo Carter is really skilled at eating pussy. Maybe even better than me. Not that I’d ever admit that to him. His ego is big enough as it is.
His tongue and lips keep weaving magic on me and I spread my thighs further, fully opening myself to him, exposing myself in a way that makes me feel so fucking alive.
My hand grips his hair tighter, guiding him where I need him most. And he doesn’t really seem to mind being directed by me. If anything, the guttural sound that comes out of his mouth makes it evident that he loves it.
Yes, Holly, show me what you want. Because I’m the only one who can give it to you.
My belly flutters, my breath coming short and heavy as he slides a finger inside.
Heat pools low in my stomach.
I rock my hips against his face in an involuntary rhythm. My fingers twist in his hair, holding him against me.Fuck. Oh, God. Right there. I’m gonna— my head tips back, my body tensing,the heat curling tighter and tighter inside me, until something on the wall above his bed catches my eye.
A glass frame. A single scalpel mounted inside. Not just any scalpel.Myscalpel.
A violent shudder rolls through me, pleasure tangling with a sharp jolt of shock. My pulse stutters.What the —
Theo slips another finger inside me, curling just right, and my thoughts collapse onto themselves.
Goodgod, how is he doing this? He’s touching me exactly where I need to be touched, using that wicked tongue on me again and again and again. The combination of his fingers and mouth get to be too much.
The blinding lights behind my eyelids split into a million different colors, and I cry out his name, my orgasm rolling through me like a fucking thunderstorm, powerful and unstoppable.
Theo keeps me positioned over his face, fucking me with his tongue as I keep coming all over his mouth.
He doesn’t stop.
He licks me through it, dragging out every last wave of pleasure until I’m shaking. Overstimulated. Breathless.
Five seconds later, a low, wrecked groan rumbles against my core, deep and desperate, his grip on me tightening and I realize that he’s coming too. He comes in his pants just from eating me out.
It takes a while for either of us to recover.
My thighs are still trembling and resting on either side of his face.
Theo is still panting beneath me, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.
His blue eyes flick up to mine from between my legs, hazy and blown wide. He licks his lips, catching his breath against my thigh. “You…are the greatest miracle this world has given me.”
Blushing, I slide off him and collapse onto the bed beside him, still feeling the aftershocks in my limbs.
Theo turns to me, his good hand reaching out, catching my chin between his fingers. He leans in, his lips a breath from mine. Waiting. Asking.
I answer by crashing my mouth into his. The taste of myself on his tongue sends a new type of shiver rolling through me and I want more. Ineedmore. The fucker has been stalking me for the past three years, the least he can do is let me use him as I please —
A sharp buzz cuts through the thick silence of the room.
We both sit up instantly.
“That’s my phone,” I say.
“Yeah, I know.”
