Page 95 of Oath
“Not sexy,” I said, feeling some of the anxiety drain away. “I know.”
“The packaging never has to be sexy, Dollface.” Then he peeled the fleece leggings straight down along with my panties. I slid half down until I was laying more on the seat than sitting on it and he caught my ass before I fell off. “It’s what’s inside that counts.”
He took a deep breath and every muscle inside of me justclenched. All the witty comments and retorts dried up as all that ferocious power housed in his wild gaze sent liquid fire spilling through my system.
“You know…” I finally managed as he glided a hand along my leg to lift it up and over his shoulder. The rest of the sentence escaped me as he mouthed a kiss against the inside of my thigh. The scrape of his teeth had my pussy tightening even as the rasp of his stubble sent ripples up to turn my nipples taut.
The sweet, earthy heat of his breath teased right across my slit and I dug my fingers into the cushion. Not even the cooler air of skating over my skin could dampen the wildfire that little maneuver provoked.
“I know?” he prompted as he dragged one finger along my labia until he could circle my clit. The contact was right there,but he didn’t quite connect. I’d gone from drowning in sorry to swept away by desire.
Huffing, I forced my gaze back to him. “What?”
One corner of his mouth quirked upward. “You said, ‘you know…’”
I had?
“What do I know?”
I went utterly blank at the question. “No idea.” And no, I wasn’t going to try to fake it. “Don’t care either.”
“You sure?” Another stroke of that finger, the callused pad on his fingertip adding a hint of roughness to the soft tease. My hips bucked as I strained to follow his motion, but he pinned me in place.
“Bones…” I exhaled.
“Yes, Grace?” His voice—low, velvet-wrapped sin—brushed over my skin like a touch I craved far too much.
It wasn’t fair, the way he looked at me. Like I was already his. Like heknewI would come undone just from the way he said my name. And God help me, I was. Melting from the inside out, undone by nothing more than that voice.
“Nothing,” I murmured, throat tight. “Just... needed to say your name.”
A downright devilish twinkle lit up his usually stern eyes, like mischief had slipped past the guard. It wasn’t a wink, but it hit harder, hotter—more erotic than any deliberate flirtation.
“Feel free to say it as often as you need.” The playful offer knocked the breath from my thoughts, leaving me dazed and a little undone. Before I could really process it, his finger found my clit.
The teasing path of his strokes grew tighter and added pressure to that bundle of nerves. It sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He didn’t look away as he drove me right to the edge of orgasm. No matter how much I squirmed, though,he didn’t let up on the storm of sensation that built within me to unbearable heights.
This time when his name fell from my lips, it was a plea. A demand.
A need.
When he pulled his hand away, I whimpered. “No… come back…”
“Shh,” he hushed me, that same dark, decisive tone curling around the order like velvet and smoke. It was a command, a caress, and a promise—seductive and soothing all at once.
I didn’t have time to process any of that because he slid both of his hands beneath my ass and lifted me up to his mouth. Then his tongue, teeth, and lips alternated between licking caresses and deep, biting sucks that detonated my orgasm until I screamed.
Not seemingly satisfied with that once, he didn’t let up. Unwavering in his devotion, he squeezed my ass as he thrust his tongue inside then stroked it back up to my clit. The demand in his touch was so fierce, it promised me a return to that edge and he barely let me come down from one orgasm before he smashed me headfirst into another.
The intensity wrapped around me, squeezing out every drop of pleasure only to infuse me with another layer of want and need. Then he moaned and I splintered. The sound vibrated against my core and I fisted his hair even as I ground upwards against his mouth.
I wanted everything he was offering. Wanted it. Needed it. Demanded it. Bones delivered on every single part, wrenching another flood of release from me that had my back bowing and my mind whiting out.
When I surfaced once more, it was with a sensual haze draping everything. Bones watched me, his eyes dark with desire and his cock throbbing against my thigh. He’d moved, strippedhis clothes, and… he wasrightthere. All masculine heat and contained energy, a tempest in a bottle.
“You with me again?” he murmured, his voice a low purr.
“Always.” It was a promise, and a confession. From the first moment Bones touched me, I swore he’d understood my body even better than I did. I adored everything he did to me. Even more now that he let me touch him too.
