Page 152 of Rival Hero

Wrapping my fingers delicately on the back of his head, I guide his movements slowly at first. “Is this okay?”

He nods his consent, the shaking motion against my core sending flutters of euphoria throughout my body. My hips begin subtly thrusting in concert with the downward strokes of his face against my pussy.

Damn, this is hot.

It would be even hotter if he didn’t have those boxers on so I could feast my eyes on that delicious cake behind him.

I’m two seconds from stopping him when he glares at me. “Don’t you dare stop until you come all over my face, Mia. You can have as many orgasms as you want tonight.”

In the words of the great George Takei,oh myyy.

My breath and pulse both quicken.

He returns his attention to my clit, and I grind harder against his face. It feels so damn good I stop directing his movements— not that I really needed to initially. Cal knowsexactlywhat he’s doing down there, expertly swiping through my sensitive flesh, sucking my clit, and ravaging my pussy like it’s his last meal.

“Oh, Cal. Fuck. I’m gonna come.” My volume and pitch increase to match the intensity of his movements until wave after wave of bliss overwhelms me and my orgasm rocks me to my core.

His appreciative moans vibrate across my wet flesh, heightening the sensations. My toes curl, and my legs stiffen as he sucks and licks me higher.

He senses the moment I need him to pull back, letting me ride it out with gradually slower movements until coming to a stop.

He’s so freaking attentive. Must be his military training. Or it could be a bodyguard thing. He’s mastered the art of studying subtle signs and responding to them effortlessly.

And I’m reaping all the benefits.Cue evil laugh.

Wow. I think orgasm hysteria is setting in.

By the time I’ve caught my breath and consciousness returns, he’s still down there. Making no effort to drop his bottoms to continue the action. This is the part where the guy usually rolls on a condom and prepares to drive inside my quivering core.

It’s what he did that first night.

But he’s not now.

Instead, he’s simply resting his cheek on my lower belly and running his palms all over my hips, stomach, and thighs.

Worshiping me with his touch.

For the first time in my life, I understand how people fall in love.

It’s moments like these. I wonder how many moments it takes. Dozens? Hundreds?

One?

Maybe it’s already happening. I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, one foot slipping as the rocky surface below cracks and gives way. I’ll be plummeting down the jagged crag any second.

Hell, who am I kidding? I started losing my footing around him that first night when he opened his heart, showing me the honorable man he is on the inside.

It scared me, which is probably why I doubled down on my goals and kept the focus squarely on him. Then when I saw him again, I hardened my shell to keep him at bay. I was harsher than I had to be. Instead of apologizing like I wanted to, I pushed him farther away.

All to stop him from seeing the real me.

The one I’ve kept hidden for fifteen years.

He sighs, his breath tickling my lower belly.

Stroking his hair, I smile sleepily. “What are you doing down there?”

“Watching you.”

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