Page 70 of Jagged Line Paradise

“I hate to ruin the bed,” she murmurs. “It looks so perfect.”

I slip off my jacket and work to unloop the loosened knot of my necktie as I cross the room toward her. I come up behind her as I pull the knot free, tugging off my tie and tossing it onto the floor as I remove my cufflinks, which I toss as well.

“Nothing’s perfect,” I tell her. “And it’ll look a hell of a lot better once you’re in it. Trust me.”

I move in close and my heart pumps an extra beat when I touch her shoulders, causing her to gasp. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as my hands brush over her skin, down her arms, and I see the goosebumps forming behind my touch.

She leans backward against my chest and I hold her steady. “The last time I was this nervous with a guy was…” she trails off.

“With me,” I finish for her.

“Yeah.”

“You should be fucking nervous,” I whisper against her ear and she sinks deeper into my hold. I bring one of my hands down onto her stomach and slowly reach lower. “But you should also be wet.”

I bring my other hand around her and work the button on her shorts, watching her every breath as I pull down the zipper. Her hands come up, grasping my wrists, but not to pull my hands away. She grabs hold to keep me there. I push my cock against her ass. I’m not trying to waste any time here taking it slow. I shove my right hand down her panties and touch her roughly.

Instantly, she buckles at the knees, and Christ, I love the weight of her in my hold. I run my middle finger across her slit, from back to front, and earn a whimper as I circle her clit. I keep at it, working round and round for a full minute, until she’s twitching in my hold, gasping and whimpering, squeezing my wrists, and too desperate to want to walk away from this.

And then I let go.

I pull my hand free and give her a little nudge forward so she falls toward the bed. I step back as she puts her hands out to catch her fall as she bends. I expect her to stand up and face me, but she doesn’t. She arches her back and wiggles her hips, like she knows she can count on me to finish what I started and she’s just waiting there for me.

That makes my pulse race.

“Take your clothes off, then get back in that position.”

She stands up straight and her shirt comes off over her head. Her bra is next, then her jean shorts, and panties.

I take another step backward and my ass collides with the table behind the couch, which floats in the center of the living space. I lean back on it, swiping my hand over my mouth, licking the taste of her from my fingers, letting the scent of lust intoxicate me as I take in the view of her naked from behind.

I’ve never been this knocked off my feet by a woman. She’s the most authentic, real, raw woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m dying inside to make her come. She’s not airbrushed, blurred, and smoothed by computer programs to unnatural perfection. She’s not like the girls in the magazines my dad had when I was growing up—the ones who practically defined my twisted sexual expectations and fed the gnarly beast inside me.

She’s perfect because she’s not.

She’s unique in her own skin. I almost think I could explore her for a lifetime without growing bored. I nearly come in my damn pants when she bends over the bed, unapologetically baring her ass to me.

Her voice is as soft as a breath, heady…needy. “Is it a turn-off if I beg?” She drops her elbows to the bed and lays her forehead on the comforter as she whimpers.

I want her to beg.

I want her pleading for more, for less, for me to stop.

I force out a heavy breath, fire clawing up from my lungs and rushing out with heat. I have to fucking taste her.

Two long strides bring me behind her, and I drop to my knees. She yelps when I take both ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze before burying my face between her legs. I attack her pussy ferociously with my tongue. She weakens, her weight shifting from her legs to the bed as she leans against it. I find her clit with my tongue and give a few flicks before sucking on it hard.

“Andrés…” she moans.

I lick and lap, exploring every inch of her pussy with my tongue, lapping like a goddamn dog, and worshipping her on my knees.

Jesus fucking Christ she tasteslike heaven.

It’s fucking paradise between her thighs.

I slip my thumbs between her crack and squeeze harder, spreading her as I draw my tongue backward along her slit, teasing all the way to the puckered hole between her cheeks. She jolts and I tighten my grip. “Have you been fucked here before?”

“Yes.”

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