Page 181 of Our Scorching Summer

“I do not leer.”

“A mouth so soft and wicked at the same time, it has a witty retort for everything I say, and that’s an accomplishment in itself.” His lips finally reach mine and stay there long enough for my heart to pass two beats. “Then there are your beautiful freckles that make me so jealous…”

“You? Jealous?Never,” I tease as he plants a soft kiss on my nose.

“They make me so jealous because they get to spend all day kissing you.” Nico pulls away, and all I want to do is wrap my hands around his neck and drag him back to me. “Of course, there’s my favorite neck, supple and perfect for sucking blood.” He gently sucks at the dip of my throat. A breathy moan skips off my tongue.

“You’re such a creep.” I giggle, my fingers already skimming his shirt’s buttons, tugging each one open.

“I’m your creep.”

A genuine rush of excitement fills me when Nico’s bout of virility comes to play. I crave him more than I’ve craved anyone before. “Maybe.”

He trails kisses down my neck until his hands cup my breasts. “Now, these were created in heaven.” The pads of his fingers brush over each of my nipples, and his tongue rolls onto the fabric covering each peak.

“I’m beginning to think every part of me is your favorite,” I say with a trembling breath.

“I love it when you keep up, Rodin.”

He turns me on my back. The weight of muscle and skin climbs over me until my clothes lie on the floor next to his.

I’m bare before him.

His scent fills my senses like a drift of smoke that causes heat to crackle through me. Each of his movements is thrilling and comforting at the same time.

“Nico.” His name trickles out of me in a helpless moan. “I need you.”

It’s true. I need him more than I need peace right now. More than I rely on the oxygen filling my lungs.

I need all of him just one last time.

His skin connects with mine, and the hard press of his cock drags over my thigh as he lowers his lips against my ear. “I have to get a condom, sweet girl.”

“Not this time.”

He nods until the words register. “You’re still on the pill?”

My mind falls victim to his fingers tracing slow strokes around my wetness gathering at my center.

“Yes,” I say as Nico lowers himself between my legs.

“Are you really going to let me fill you with my cum?” Before I can respond, the swipe of his tongue on my clit curls my spine off the mattress. “All of you, just for me.”

Nico deliberately sucks and licks, drawing out each trapped gasp in my lungs until I’m dazed.

“Fuck me,” I say, demanding and desperate.

“We’re not going to fuck tonight, beautiful.” Nico returns to the gentle, heavenly laps of his tongue. One of his fingers enters my swollen center; a second one follows. “I’m going to make love to you.”

I fall apart.

Each thrust is agonizingly delicate. I try to grind against his fullness inside me. Nico’s uncompromising hand steadies my hips. A well of desire pours over me, dampening my skin as I greedily chase my orgasm.

“I want to come.” I moan again, shuddering at the building tension coursing through my veins.

“You will.”

“Now.”

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