Page 66 of Before We Came

“Lobster ravioli.” I grin.

I tilt my head, exposing my neck, and he gives me a gentle nip below my ear.

“Delicious.”

He gropes my hips over the jersey, feeling the lingerie underneath.

“What’s this? Did you get dressed up for me, Little Bird?”

Little Bird.That moniker continues to manipulate my hormones.

“Do you like it?”

“Is it for me?”

“Yes,” I answer demurely, my shyness and confidence are warring. But after meeting his gaze, all my inhibitions melt away. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.

“Let me see you.”

I lift the jersey over my head. Lonan drags his gaze over my exposed skin. I welcome his ogling. I enjoy every single burning second of it. How he fixates on me, and the way I can feel his appreciation of my body. He’s not said anything yet, so I bravely reach up, running my fingers over the cups of the sheer bra, hardening my nipples.

“Yeah, I like it. I really fucking like it.” He grabs me under my thighs, picks me up, and perches me on the cold countertop.

I immediately jump when the frigid marble hits my skin. “Shit! The counter is freezing!” I can’t stop laughing at the shock.

He chuckles in reply and widens my legs so he can stand between them. That sobers me. His thumb brushes back and forth across my bottom lip.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

I salivate at the thought of taking him in my mouth. I bite the tip of his taunting finger, and he slides it past my lips. I want all of him. I swirl my tongue around his thumb and suck. He pulls his finger out and skates it along my neck and between my breasts. Goose bumps fan out from the line he’s drawing down my torso. He stops at my fleshy hips, and he squeezes. My insecurities move in like heavy storm clouds, and I place my hands in my lap, attempting to cover my stomach. He wastes no time pushing them aside and digs into my curves again.

“This area, just below your navel, makes me crazy. It’s so hot.”

He worships me like a goddess. I’m delighted that the part he loves about me is the part I’m most critical of.

He continues, “It’s feminine and soft. You drive me fucking wild. And I’ve dreamed of these hips for weeks, so don’t try to withhold them from me.”

His thumbs hook under each side of my black panties.

“Lift,” he orders, and wetness floods my center.

I look up at him through my eyelashes, savoring his greedy hands on me.

I raise my ass, which unintentionally causes me to thrust my pelvis toward him. Dragging the underwear down, they fall at his feet. His big palms settle on my knees and he parts my legs, farther this time. The cold counter makes me gasp again. Next to me, leftover flour is shoved to the side by my spread thighs. I can feel how soaked I am when the air chills every wet part of my exposed pussy. He takes me in, and his rich-brown eyes turn obsidian.

“This for me too?” he asks, swiping a finger through my folds, catching the arousal on his fingers and bringing it to his mouth.

“Mmhmm,” I pant as my chest rises and falls. “I’ve been wanting you since you watched me get off.”

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“Yes.”

“When was the last time you got yourself off, Princess?”

I hesitate.

“This morning.”

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