Page 90 of Bad Rebound

He growled again, but then he got his shit together.

His woman was touching him, was driving him crazy. He needed to do the same, needed to make her melt, make her weep, make her shatter into a million pieces so that he could catch them all, so that he could keep them safe.

His hands went to her waist, pushing down the waistband of her leggings.

“Jer—”

He dropped to his knees, dragging her underwear down as he went, pressing a kiss to the small thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs.

A soft sigh.

“Yes?” he asked, hands coming up the insides of her thighs, pressing them apart.

“Lick me,” she ordered.

Fuck, yes, he wanted to do that.

A flick of his tongue, tasting, teasing, before he gripped one leg, dragged it up and over his shoulder. She staggered, but only for a moment. Then she was catching herself on the edge of the counter, arching against him, pressing her pussy and all those wet folds to his face.

He used the flat of his tongue, dragging it through her, circling the bundle of nerves, sucking hard when he found the spot that made her shudder and call out his name.

But then her fingers were in his hair, dragging him up. “More,” she whispered.

“I’m trying to do that, baby,” he murmured, fingers dipping into her heat, slick with her need.

“No,” she whispered, shoving his pants down. “I wantmore.”

Then her hand was around his cock.

“More,” she whispered again, pushing against him, using the leverage to prop herself on the edge of the counter.

Naked breasts gleaming from his mouth. Lips swollen and red from his kiss.

She slid back and lifted one foot, placing it on the counter’s rounded edge.

Lifted the other.

Naked pussy, slick folds on full display.

From her need, from his mouth.

Forhim.

“More,” he agreed, stepping toward her.

Wanting to be inside her, needing it. Butt not yet anyway.

But when he went to drop down again, to lick and kiss all that damp heat, she caught him again, drew him against her.

Maybe he could have fought her hold.

Maybe he could have knocked her hand away, loosened her grip.

But her eyes were molten, her need evident. Her body was open, on display for him.

Forhim.

And then she was already guiding his cock toward her, and the tip was stroking through her hot, wet folds.

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