Page 80 of Whisking It All

Then the ice was gone. He brought the small piece that was left to her lips. She opened for him and he pressed the cube inside, the taste of herself melting on her tongue. And when he kissed her, his tongue swiped the cube from her mouth, taking it back for himself where it disappeared in the heat of his kiss.

He pressed two fingers into her entrance, pumping them slowly, exploring her. “How about now, princess?” he asked. “Are you wet enough now?”

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Tessa writhed on Jamie’s fingers, bucking into his touch. He kissed her again, drinking the little gasps and moans from her lips as she drew nearer to her orgasm. He wanted to live inside those sounds, to spend all his days with his fingers buried in her heat, and the thought terrified him.

Tessa was only in his life temporarily—she’d been very clear on that account. For fuck’s sake, she was already planning her next move. And even the moments they did have together were stolen, never meant for him. She was not meant for him. But when her pussy gripped his fingers, when she clasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, and rode his hand with his name on her lips—fuck, it felt like she was his.

He dropped to his knees and sucked her clit into his mouth as his fingers continued to pump between her legs, curling and pressing into the spot that drove her wild. He looked up at her as she came undone in jerky shudders, their eyes locked as he licked her to a stunning climax. She was always beautiful, but never more so than with that heat in her eyes, that flush on her cheeks, ragged breathing making her chest rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm as she came down from her orgasm. He kept his tongue on her as her climax receded, not yet willing to forfeit the taste of her. He could spend the whole day with his tongue between her thighs. With a final, slow circle of her clit, he leaned back, withdrawing his fingers from within her and sucking them clean as she watched.

She dug her hand into his hair and pulled him to his feet, crushing her mouth to his, licking her arousal from his lips. He shouldn’t be standing in this kitchen with this woman naked on the counter, the taste of her coating his tongue, but there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be. Some wild possessive part of himself ran through the justifications in his mind as he flicked open his belt and undid his jeans, the heavy weight of his cock falling free into Tessa’s waiting hand.

You didn’t know she was his best friend’s daughter the first time you slept together.

You’ve been falling in love with her for months.

You couldn’t stop falling for her now even if you wanted to.

Even though it would make your life infinitely easier if you could.

“Jamie,” she said, her breath hot on his ear as she roughly stroked his cock.

“Hmm?”

“Stop thinking so hard.”

He released a strangled laugh and dug into his back pocket for his wallet. He retrieved the condom he’d tucked there earlier that day and tossed his wallet onto the counter.

“There’s my boy scout,” she said, her voice a liquid purr. “Always prepared.”

“Hardly a boy scout,” he said. He ripped open the package, guilt tangling with his need to be inside her. A scout is trustworthy, loyal… The words of the scout pledge he’d memorized as a child hammered in his mind.

She took the condom from him and rolled it down his length, guiding the swollen head of his cock to glide over the stiff bud of her clit.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, reaching up with one hand to stroke the furrow between his brows even as she kept a wicked grip on his erection.

“Doing what?” he asked, watching the way she teased herself with his tip.

“Overthinking. If you can think this much, I must be doing something wrong.” She laughed but he heard the thread of self-consciousness in the sound and vowed to eradicate it.

He cupped her face, tilted it up to him, and bit her bottom lip. “You’re perfect.” Another nip, this time at the underside of her jaw. “Now put me inside you, princess. Let me feel how perfect you are.”

She did as she was told, lining him up at her entrance, and he slid into her through the tight ring of her fingers. They both watched as he disappeared inside her, his cock framed by the open placket of his jeans and plunged into her soft, pink pussy. A sharp gasp fell from her lips as he seated himself fully all thought receded except now and please and more.

“Perfect,” he murmured before capturing her lips.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on with her heels crossed at his lower back, and he fucked her like she was his. Like he had every right to this moment with her in this kitchen, to every moment he’d selfishly taken with her over the last few days, every moment he planned to steal with her in what little time they had left.

He fucked her like he could brand her, like he could carve his name into her most secret places with each thrust. And with each pump of his hips, each time he bottomed out and she gasped, he became more and more convinced that she was trying to do the same.

He pressed a hand low on her belly, gentle pressure across her pelvis, and he felt himself moving within her. Her nails dug into his back through the fabric of his shirt as she clung to him, her thighs beginning to shake around his hips.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he grunted as he pistoned into her faster, harder.

“Jamie,” she panted, her legs tightening around him.

“Louder.”

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