Page 108 of Nowhere to Hide
“The orgasm to beat all orgasms?” she said on a laugh.
I grinned against her hair. “You have no idea how badly I wanted that on my tongue. To smell you on my beard for the rest of the night.”
She tucked her face into my neck. “God.”
“You aren’t embarrassed are you?”
“Only that I haven’t had one that good in too many years to count.” She toyed with the neck of my shirt. “I was engaged.”
I stilled. “Was?”
“Why I left Albany.”
Unsure what to do with that information, I waited her out. That there was someone else who got to touch her made something deep inside me flex with annoyance.
Finally, I couldn’t stop the question. “Why?”
She sighed.
“It’s none of my?—”
“Oh, shut up. Your fingers were just inside of me, of course it’s your business.”
A laugh blasted past the annoyance. “Next will be my tongue.”
She gulped audibly which allowed my shoulders to relax a little.
“I’m sighing because it’s so freaking cliché. He was sleeping with my best friend—both of them worked with me. I was stupid enough to be involved with the head of the company. I suppose I was asking for it.”
“You weren’t.”
She kissed my neck. “I appreciate that. I just felt played and stupid. I had no plans other than getting away from Albany for a few weeks to figure out my next steps and...”
“And you ended up with a whole new kind of trouble.”
“Yeah.”
I eased her back. “I’m perfectly willing to be used and abused by you as a rebound.”
Her laugh was sudden and made my chest ache in ways I didn’t want to examine. “I’m not sure what it says when I didn’tthink to contact Marcus even once after I was attacked. Not that it would do any good, but?—”
“He’s a fucking idiot.”
She smiled against the skin of my neck then lightly swiped her tongue along my Adam’s apple. A humming groan rumbled in my chest as my fingers tightened on the back of her neck.
“This is a terrible idea,” she whispered as she dragged her lips along my neck to my chin.
“I’ve made worse.” I covered her mouth and tasted the hint of spice from our dinner urging me into a deeper kiss. I tunneled my fingers into her hair, the choppy silk cool and slippery in contrast to the heat of her mouth.
Her hand slid up to grip my shoulder as she took as much as I did. The war between us unlike anything I’d allowed myself in too long. I’d lived in the self-punishing morass of grief for so long. I didn’t deserve to touch her, but I couldn’t stop.
My other hand gripped her hip, slid down her thigh to her knee, and made a return trip being careful of jostling her wound.
The angle was absolute crap, but I couldn’t get enough.
She pushed at my chest and I stilled, but she wasn’t looking for space, she wanted to get closer. She turned her upper body until her breasts rubbed against my chest and her arms encircled my shoulders. If it was possible the kiss grew wilder, as if the rocking of the boat echoed inside of us.
My cock dug into her hip and I groaned into her mouth as she moved restlessly on my lap.
