Page 133 of Broken Bridges

“Good.” He grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt, eased it off my head, then dropped it on the floor. Snaking his hands around my back, he unhooked my bra. He’d mastered that. It joined my top on the ground.

The rest of our clothes were quick to follow.

After flicking off the bedcovers, we eased onto the mattress. His bourbon-flavored kisses made my head spin. My tongue wanted more of him to taste, and my hands wanted more of his flesh to explore. Every time we were together, I wanted the experience to be fun, safe, and fucking hot. My body was his to love and adore. So was my heart.

Lying on our sides facing each other, I skimmed my palm over his bare chest and ripped abs. Each groove, each muscle, was pure perfection. Making my way lower, I wrapped my hand around his velvety hard cock. As I stroked him up and down, I kissed his hot lips. Everything about him made my body hum and heat all over.

A soft moan fell from his lips. “God, I love you touching me.”

In a rush of fiery kisses, he stole my breath. He threaded and knotted his fingers into my hair. But as a wicked grin curled across his lips, he eased my hand off his cock. “Not the way I want to come tonight.”

I bit my lip. No. Not me either.

He rolled toward me and hooked his leg over mine. He trailed soft nips and licks down the side of my neck, sending goose bumps shivering across my skin. I flinched and giggled and dug my fingers into his shoulders. His gentle hands roamed over my arms, my waist, and my belly, warming my flesh. I loved how every one of his touches made me feel like I was something precious, shiny, and new. But I wasn’t fragile.

“Lewis.” Threading my fingers into his hair, I kissed his lips. “I want you.”

“Begging, are we?”

“Yes.” Between my legs tensed, craving some action.

He dragged his thumb along my jawline, traced my lips, then dipped it into my mouth. I sucked on it, licked it, and swiveled and circled my tongue around it. Each stroke made me wetter and wetter.

“Hmm,” he groaned. “I love what that tongue of yours can do.” He glided his wet fingertip down my throat, between my breasts, over my stomach and headed between my legs. “But I want to touch you. Tease you. Taste you.”

Oh, please. Arching toward him, needing him, my whole body lit on fire.

With fiery kisses, he worked his way downward. My eyes fluttered closed as he worshiped my boobs with hot licks and gentle nips. The flick of his tongue over my sensitive nipples sent another shudder coursing through my core. God, I was gonna come just from him taunting my tits. But then he headed lower, and made his way between my thighs.

His mouth claimed me. His warm tongue lapped, licked, and fucked me. Circled and stroked me. Oh, yes.

“Lewis.” His name tumbled from my lips in a breathy pant. I clawed at the sheets. I was too pent up with want. Need. Fire. Tension. I pulsed my pussy against his mouth and tongue. Yes. There. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Arching off the bed, I exploded like a detonated bomb. Every nerve ending quaked and quivered. Jolted and jerked. Electric sparks coiled up my spine and shivered across my scalp. Sinking into the mattress, I giggled and crushed my thighs around his head to stop his delectable onslaught. “God, you’re good at that.”

Grinning, he crawled his way upward. “I’m a quick learner, and you taste good; I want to do that to you every fucking day.” He planted a kiss on my lips. “See how delicious you are?”

I licked my lips, undeterred by the taste of me on his tongue. The lingering flavor of bourbon sweetened the saltiness. “You taste nicer.”

“Hmm. You can blow me anytime. But right now, I want this.” He nudged and teased his cock against my opening, then buried himself inside me. The breath rushed from my lungs. My head sank into the pillow. My body melded to his. As I drew my legs higher and widened my knees, he clutched onto my thigh and drove into me, deep and slow. “God, you feel incredible.”

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I held him close. As I was still sensitive from orgasming, every hair on my body tingled. My core clenched around him, grasping for more. More of him filling me. More connection. More heat.

But as the fire blazed between us and we moved as one, our kisses stayed sensual and sexy. Our touches, soft and graceful. Our whispers, low and raspy. Even better than those things were his rhythmic movements. The gentle thrusts, hot penetrations, and gradual rocks of his hips sent waves of heat rushing through my blood and wrapped around my heart. Slow lovemaking made my body purr and my soul soar.

In the past, sex for me had consisted of mad quickies, hot fucks, and crazy antics. To strip it back, take our time, and use nothing but our bodies to explore and savor one another was magical. To find someone I truly connected with on all aspects in the bedroom was uncanny. Lewis and I were made for each other.

As our body temperatures rose, he caught my hands, entwined our fingers, and pinned them beside my head. Moaning, he swiped his lips across mine. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.”

I wound my legs around his waist. Our steamy, panting breaths united. With our gazes locked, he pushed and rocked and drove into me harder. Deeper. Oh, God. I needed more. More of him. “Good, because I’m totally addicted to you.”

The biggest grin lit his face. I’d put that there. I hoped it always stayed in place.

He drove into me, heating my core. Each thrust sent fire through my veins, seared heaven into my soul, and pushed me closer and closer to the edge. With a guttural groan he ground his hips against me, plunging into my depths.

He hit that spot. That spot that drove me wild. I dug my nails into his back.

“Oh yes.” My orgasm shot through me. My whole body shuddered. Zaps skipped across my skin. Giggling, I whispered in his ear, “Hmm. So hot.”

“Mmm!” A husky growl rasped deep inside his throat as he closed his eyes. Sharp jerks shocked his body. Tiny tremors quivered through his muscles. As he pumped his release into me, a glorious smile inched across his mouth and smoldering bliss shimmered in his gaze. He planted dreamy kisses against my lips. “Fuck, you do it for me.”

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