Page 122 of Brooklyn Cupid

“Lu, I’m gonna take your panties off,” he murmurs, and I whisper, “Yes.”

Hurry up!

Slowly, he sits up and pulls them down my legs, baring me, then brings them to his nose and inhales.

This is Sharki. This is so hot, especially when he tosses them aside, then leans and kisses the insides of my thighs again, inching closer to my junction.

I feel the little licks of his tongue. Feel too exposed. Too turned on.

“My tongue likes you, Lu.”

“I like it too,” I whisper, holding back another whimper.

“Then open up for me.” He parts my thighs. “Wider. Yeah, like this, baby. There you are, Lu.”

And when he kisses me right there, where the heat burns through me, I moan.

His fingers join in, teasing me open.

His tongue licks fire into me.

Whoisthis guy?

I’m falling so fast and so deep that my thighs instinctively open for him even wider, and my mind shuts off.

The shyness of being so open for him fades away as I let him do what he wants between my thighs.

And he does. With his lips. His tongue. His fingers. Driving me over the edge so quickly that I forget to hold back as I cry out at the sudden burst of tension that explodes at his touch and surges through my body.

That’s my first, I tell myself, the vague thought lost among a dozen others. That it felt fantastic. That Jace is still down there, soothing the tension with soft kisses. That I should be embarrassed. That he’s an expert. That I’ve written scenes like this in stories dozens of times. Oral is a hot trend, but it’s my first. That I should—

Jace slowly drags his tongue along my center all the way to my belly button, and I think I do blush everywhere and hold my breath when his playful eyes meet mine.

He kisses his way up my body, and I want to do the same to him—make him moan, see him unravel at my touch.

“You are beautiful, Lu,” he murmurs, reaching my face and peppering it with soft kisses as I slide my fingers into his hair. “Especially when you moan for me. And open up so beautifully.” I close my eyes, wanting to bottle his voice. “You taste so good. Like sunshine.”

I’ll come again if he keeps talking like this.

“Jace, I want to see you naked.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He smiles, sits back between my legs, and slowly pulls his shirt over his head.

He’s not in a hurry. His movements are slow and lazy. His eyes are unbelievably sparkly.

I take him in, his strong muscles and dark tattoos, acutely aware that I’m splayed naked in front of him.

He leans in to kiss me again.

“Jace.” I gently push on him, turning him onto his back.

He lies back, grinning. “Yes, Lu?”

He cushions his head with his forearm and dreamingly studies me, his other hand reaching to stroke my hair.

I want everything all at once—to study his tattoos, kiss his body, let him kiss me in other places again, and finally be with him the way I want to. I’m so wet, I feel like I’m drowning. But I need to clean up.

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