Page 90 of Over the Line

Fuck, I want to be inside her again.

I grunt when she slips a finger into her pussy, watching her thumb work, adding my tongue to aid her when I can’t keep my distance.

She hisses out a breath, widens her legs. “Do that again,” she orders, the slick sounds of her finger fucking herself loud as she moves faster.

I suck at her clit, press the flat of my tongue to the bundle of nerves.

She jerks then moans, fingers sliding in and out. “Oh fuck,” she whispers.

“Keep going,” I order. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

Her eyes hit mine. “Don’t you stop either.”

I grin, drop my head, work her clit, and get to see, get to feel, and, best of all…

I get to hear her come apart.

Thirty-Five

Nova

I’mlimp and exhaustion is pulling at my limbs, but I want him inside me.

Ineedhim to fill me, need him to fuck me hard and fast.

He starts to pull away, crawling back up my body, giving no indication that he’s going to get undressed, that he’s going to take what’s freely on offer.

Butterflies in my belly again.

Because I’m learning that’s Lake.

He and his branch may have a reputation, he might be gruff and a bit of an asshole (all the better to keep people away from him), but he’s also nice and considerate and—

Has a supremely talented tongue.

A finger traces along the perimeter of my mouth, the edges of my smile. “What?” he asks.

“You’re a good guy.”

I feel him still, manage to peel open my eyes to see his face. “What?”

A shake of his head. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because I like your tongue,” I say lightly, sensing he needs the light, needing that lightness for myself.

Because of the squeeze in my heart, the butterflies in my belly.

Because of this man.

His mouth curves. “I think I got that.”

“And,” I say, bending my leg and rubbing it along his side, “I know that you promised me orgasms—as inplural—so you’re not about to go back to watching the movie.”

He dances his fingers along my side. “I’m not?”

“No.” I lean up, press my lips to the hinge of his jaw. “You’re not.”

His mouth curves into a wicked smile. “No,” he says, hand diving between my legs, a thick finger sliding deep without warning.

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