Page 85 of Bad Love

When my finger reaches where she’s wet, I skip over her clit and stroke herfolds.

Featherlight. As soon as I’m there, I’mgone.

“I decided to go anyway. I got the training. Geared up. We got to ten thousandfeet.”

Again.

“Twelvethousand.”

Again.

“Fourteenthousand.”

Until the bite of her nails in my shoulder is a constant, her panting the soundtrack to this sexygame.

“I had this idea of what it’d be like. But when I jumped out of that plane, when my skin came apart from my organs and my brain floated, weightless, while the atmosphere rushed by, I realizedsomething.”

The thong’s pulled tight over her hips, leaving lines in herskin.

I don’tcare.

If she does, she knows how to endthis.

All I want is to devour her, then fuck her until she can’t stand, but I force myself to look at herface.

She’s flushed, those hazel eyes dazed, those lips parted andshaking.

“You can’t know how something feels until you’ve experiencedit.”

Damn if she’s not getting wetter every second. I can’t resist dragging my finger up over her clit to feel hershake.

“And the people who think they know when theydon’t?”

I graze my teeth along herear.

“I feel sorry forthem.”

Her gaze works over mine. “Yes.”

“So, tell me. What do you want,Peach?”

“I want your mouth, Logan,” she whispers. “I’ve dreamed ofit.”

I almost come in mypants.

I drop down her body, tired of this game I started, and pull on her thong hard enough she whimpers. But I lower my face between her thighs, inhaling her perfect scent before I tasteher.

I give her mytongue.

Mylips.

Myteeth.

When she bucks, I give her my fingerstoo.

When she’s writhing on the granite, I suck on herskin.

When she comes, it’s fucking glorious. Her hands in my hair, digging into my scalp. My name on her lips as she’s wrecked and shaking aroundme.

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