Page 56 of The Wicked

“No lies,” I agreed. But I reserved the right to omit certain details. Telling Charming the truth about my messed-up life would only push him away, no matter what he said.

“Now kiss me.”

I obeyed.

20

GARRETT

Icircled Sara in the living room of her cute little home, and I could tell she wanted to turn with me. Her feet fidgeted, and her shoulders tensed. But one word—no—and she stayed still.

I can’t tell you how much that pleased me.

Her lustrous brown hair was damp, and she smelled faintly of citrus. Lemon and lime, but the scent of her arousal enveloped her like a cloud, and I knew that when I made a move to stroke her oh-so-elusive G-spot, I’d find her wet already. My Sara. So responsive.

But I took my time, watching her closely as I unknotted the belt of her robe. She didn’t try to stop me, but her breathing grew rougher when the flimsy fabric fell open and I drank her in. Last night, when I’d dressed her in a pair of Johannes’s sweats, I’d forbidden myself from taking a good look because somnophilia wasn’t my thing, but today, we had all the time in the world. When she was barefoot, I had to look down at her, but put her in a pair of Gracie’s heels, and she’d be almost as tall as me. She had a dancer’s legs, toned and slender, and small, high breasts that were each a perfect mouthful. Those rosy pink nipples were hard already and so incredibly tempting. I leaned in and circled one with my tongue, then blew cool air over the pebbled tip, pleased when she shivered.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, and from the way her eyes lit up, in surprise and then in hope, I suspected she didn’t receive many compliments. The men in Baldwin’s Shore must be blind. Or stupid. Probably both.

I nudged the robe off her shoulders, and it pooled at her feet, leaving her naked before me. Still she hadn’t moved a muscle. My cock was so hard it ached now, straining against my jeans in a plea for freedom. But I had patience, and hell, I’d need it with Sara. She was like an onion. So many layers, and from the glimpses of pain I’d caught last night when she was off guard, there would be tears as I peeled them away.

“Where have you been my whole life?” I whispered.

“Right here.” She looked up at me from under those long lashes of hers. “Waiting.”

Her words undid me, and I had to kiss her. Had to get another taste. The urge to pick her up and throw her onto the nearest flat surface was almost primal, not helped by the way she mercilessly ground against me as she cupped my face in her hands and gasped as our tongues tangled.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

I picked her up, cupping her ass, and found her thighs were slick already as I carried her to the bedroom. Fuck, if she kept this up, maybe I wouldn’t make it past that nineteen-second benchmark after all.

“Stay there,” I murmured against her neck, then left her kneeling on the bed while I fetched a towel from the bathroom to go under her damp hair. I wanted to see it spread out over her pillow as I fucked her, gently at first because that was what she needed, but then as hard as she could take.

I laid her back on the bed and arranged her as I wanted her, but her arms quickly snaked around my neck when I kissed her again. This time, I let her do it. She had an old-fashioned iron bed frame, and someday, I was going to cuff her to that and force her to focus, helpless, as I extracted every drop of pleasure her body contained.

My fingers roamed over her, learning every curve of her as she writhed underneath me. Whenever the rough denim of my jeans came into contact with her sensitive clit, she gasped, as if she knew where she wanted to go but was uncertain how to get there. I would take her. She tunnelled fingers through my hair as I kissed my way down her body, getting distracted by her breasts on the way because what red-blooded male wouldn’t?

The first time I ran my tongue between her folds, she arched off the bed with a cross between a yelp and a scream, and then her nails dug into my scalp and pushed my head downward. Sara might not be so good at telling me what she wanted, but her actions didn’t lie. My own pulse was hammering, my cock throbbing, and out of all the women I’d been with, all the wild things I’d tried, I knew this was the encounter that would stick with me forever. My tongue circled her clit, and I savoured her sweet taste and breathy moans as I fought not to shoot my load in my pants.

“Just to check, are you getting any fishy vibes here?”

Her eyes flew open. “Huh? No! No fish.”

“And how about stars?”

“Stop talking and…and…”

“Eat?”

She blushed a deep red. “Yes.”

Eating was an understatement. This was no afternoon snack. I feasted on Sara, wishing my mouth could be in two places at the same time so I could swallow every one of those gasps and groans. I added a finger into the mix, and she bit that bottom lip so hard I feared she’d draw blood. A few strokes in the right place, and she detonated with a scream, going first rigid and then boneless as the orgasm surged through her. Yes, this sight would be burned permanently onto the insides of my eyelids.

“Told you that you had a G-spot.”

And there were the tears. “I had no idea…no idea it could be like that.”

“We’ve barely gotten started, Cinderella.”

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