Page 63 of Love and Pancakes (Rockland Falls 1)

Chapter Seventeen

Marissa

I have no idea who has taken over my body, but I think I like it. This bolder, wilder version of Marissa Grayson is a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.

I can’t keep my hands off him as Felicity goes back to box up our meals. We’re not inappropriate, but we’re teetering close to the borderline. Rhenn has his hands on my ass, slowly inching the back of my skirt up my legs. With each passing second, I feel a bit more air hitting my overheated skin. Thank God we’re in the back of the restaurant, and no one seems to be paying us much attention.

Once she returns with our boxes and the check, Rhenn throws a handful of bills on the table, grabs my hand, and we bolt for the door. He’s practically dragging me behind him, but I don’t care. I’m just as anxious for this next part of our evening as he is. When we reach the truck, he spins me around, making my skirt flare out around me, and pins me against the steel. With my back flat against the truck, he kisses the air straight from my body. It’s only when a car passes and honks its horn do we startle apart.

“I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around you,” he pants, warm breath peppering my forehead.

“Personally, I like you out of control,” I tell him, my voice just as breathy as his was.

Rhenn glances down, his dark blue eyes meeting mine. “What do you say we head back to the boat?”

“I’m ready.”

And I am. So ready.

Without saying a work, Rhenn helps me into the cab of his truck, hands me the bag of Styrofoam containers, and places a quick, chaste kiss on my lips. Then, he practically sprints around the hood of the truck and jumps in the driver’s seat. I’m not sure how many laws we break on our ride back to my place, but I know there were a few.

Rhenn drives up the empty driveway, parking his truck beside my car. My seat belt is off and the door is open before he can even meet me around to my side of the vehicle. I take his offered hand, grabbing the food as I go, and slide out of the big truck. Before my feet hit the ground, his lips are on mine, hungry and full of desire. He presses me against the metal, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist. The food falls to the ground, but neither of us care. Right now, his tongue is claiming my mouth and my sanity.

“Damn, you drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls as he nips at my jaw and grinds into the apex of my legs.

My response is a loud groan that would make a hooker proud. My panties are soaked, ruined probably, but I don’t care. I’m still throwing myself at this man, practically begging him to take me right here, against the side of his truck. Rhenn’s ability to read my mind works wonders right now, as his teeth pull at my bottom lip and his hand moves from my rear. My skirt is already balled up around my waist, which makes it easier for him to slip his hand between our bodies and connect with my core.

“So wet and ready,” he groans, his lips devouring the sensitive skin on my neck. I’m pretty sure he’s going to leave marks, but I don’t care. Not one bit. As long as he doesn’t stop…

“I won’t stop,” he whispers, confirming I have no control over my own mouth and clearly said the plea aloud. Rhenn slides my panties to the side, teasing my clit as he goes, and I’m about to lose my mind. “Is this what you want?” he asks as he slowly presses a finger inside my body.

My response is another groan. I’m physically unable to form words right now, and when he applies a bit of pressure with his thumb to my clit, I practically detonate like a bomb. It’s quite embarrassing, actually, how quickly he makes me come, but there’s no time to revel in my shame, since his fingers are currently stroking every last bit of my release from my body.

“Fuck, I could watch you come all day long and never tire of it,” Rhenn says, taking my mouth with his once more. This kiss is a bit slower, as if he’s drawing out and savoring my orgasm. When my shaking stops, he gently pulls his fingers from my body, picks up the discarded bag of food, and strolls with purpose toward my cottage.

I reach down and open the door so he doesn’t have to move his hands from my butt. Plus, I don’t want him to break his concentration because Rhenn is able to kiss my lips and neck, while still navigating through the yard without looking. It’s a talent of his, I’m sure. This man was built for seduction and sex, and he just continues to prove it over and over again.

When we slip inside my cottage, he kicks the door closed and tosses the bag of food on the counter. With quick strides that eat up the floor, he moves to my bedroom. At the doorway, he says, “Maybe just one more before we hit the boat?”

I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m not sure it’s possible, but you can try.”

As we reach the bed, he gazes down at me, his eyes so intense that I almost choke on oxygen. “Oh, it’s definitely possible, baby, and pretty much a guarantee. I’m going to show you what every fuck before me should have been giving you.”

He drops me on the bed, but comes down with me, my legs still wrapped around him. Rhenn lifts himself up and gazes down at the apex of my legs. My dress is hiked up, panties slightly askew, and wetness coating the entire area, definitely from the fingerbang I was just awarded.

“One more,” he confirms, licking his lips before dropping his head between my legs.

His tongue slides slowly over the panties, sending post-orgasmic shockwaves raking through my blood. A loud gasp fills the room, one that doesn’t even sound like it could come from me, and it only seems to spur him on. His tongue – oh, his magical, unbelievably talented tongue – toys with my clit through the material. The friction adds something I never expected, something that seems to awaken the woman who’s lain dormant inside of me my entire life.

Rhenn grabs the panties at my hips and slowly brings them down, cool air kissing my exposed bare skin. He helps lift my legs straight up in the air, removing my underwear as he goes, and peppering open-mouth kisses on the backs of my thighs, knees, and calves. When he tosses them somewhere into the room, he allows my legs to fall open once more. Rhenn stares down at my center, his hands gently spreading my thighs farther apart.

“You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.” I shiver at his dirty words, not even caring that he’s admittedly seen his fair share of them. “I’ve never wanted to bury my face in one as badly as I want to yours, Angel. I’m going to lick, suck, and fuck this pussy until you’re screaming my name.”

I whimper in anticipation, the determined look in his eyes lets me know he’s about to do just that. There’s no way a man like this would leave me anything less than completely satisfied.

Then he moves. His mouth descends on me, his tongue connecting with my bare, wet skin for the first time, and I almost see stars. Rhenn demonstrates just how well versed he is on the art of oral, teasing and sucking on my clit, drawing me closer to another impending orgasm. His tongue delves into my center and my hips start to rock against his face. He holds my thighs open and continues to devour me with nothing but his amazing mouth and tongue.

The orgasm is building, I can feel it gathering in my toes, ready to consume my entire being. Rhenn moves his mouth back to my clit, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He slowly pushes two fingers inside while his mouth clamps down on my swollen clit, making me see stars and gasp his name. His fingers work their way in, stretching my body to accommodate them in the most amazing way.

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