Page 175 of The Moment You Know

He caught her eye and then held her gaze as he ‘blindly’ took care of the rest of the buttons, obviously on the lookout for any sign that she might want him to stop.

She didn’t.

As soon as he was finished, he pushed both the shirt and vest off her shoulders and partially down her arms, revealing a very pretty, sky-blue lace bra. He took about five seconds to appreciate its fine craftsmanship, especially the convenient hook in the front, which he quickly popped open. Then, impatiently, he pushed the expensive piece of lingerie aside to join the shirt and vest, baring her to his hungry gaze.

The bra was nice and all, but her breasts made it look good, not the other way around.

They were just as David remembered: still the perfect size, still high and firm, tipped with dark pink areolae and generously sized nipples, which had hardened into stiff peaks. Almost reverently, he reached up and filled his hands with flesh he hadn’t touched in more than five years. Then—because what the fuck was he waiting for—he dipped his head and latched onto the nearest nipple.

The softness of his lips as he sucked on the hard bud with rhythmic, insistent tugs, combined with velvety licks of his tongue pulled a sigh of pure pleasure from her. A moment later, her sigh turned into a full-throated groan when she felt him blow on her damp nipple, then rub it lightly with his chin.

His beard was complete and utter magic.

“Magic, huh?” he asked.

She must have said that part out loud and his massive smirk had her denying it. “No. That’s not what I said.”

“Actually, that is what you said … and I heard it with my own ears.” His smirk grew as he added with a dark chuckle, “Wait until you feel it between your legs.”

Her lips parted as the appealing image took up residence in her brain, but it was quickly wiped from her mind when the unwelcome vision of Ashley with David between her—

Ignore the elephant!

Paige swallowed hard, not expecting to have to ignore the elephant quite so soon (and the elephant being on the receiving end of oral, no less) and she was grateful for the re-direct of her unpleasant thoughts when David latched on to her other nipple—with his teeth.

Tingles? What the fuck were tingles?

The electrical current that raced from her nipple, down through her clit to curl her motherfreaking toes was about as far removed from tingles as a nuclear bomb was to a firecracker. It wrenched a groan from her that came close to shaking the pendant lights hanging over the kitchen island.

This was so much better than her dream. Especially since it wasn’t a dream.

He was making her aware of her nipples in a way she’d never been before. She was shocked at how sensitive and responsive they were, since they hadn’t previously seemed to be, and none of her recovery efforts had been focused there. It was startling, to say the least, and it made her wonder if this was how cavemen felt when they discovered fire for the first time.

At her unexpected (and extremely loud) response, David was pretty sure his cock had never been harder in his life, but that was before he glanced up at Paige and saw that her head was tilted back a little, her eyes closed in obvious pleasure.

He bit her again.

This time, her groan was softer and drawn-out, and as it faded away, it was replaced with … music?

“What. In the fuck. Is that?” he demanded.

At David’s deep growl, Paige’s eyes fluttered open. “What the fuck is what?” she asked, sounding utterly disoriented.

“That music.”

“What music?”

“Don’t you hear it? It sounds like … the Beastie Boys.”

Slowly, as she regained her senses, she became aware of the song “Sabotage” playing faintly in the background and she let loose a sigh of disappointment; she wasn’t ready for the night to be over. “Shit. That’s … it’s the alarm on my phone.”

“You set an alarm?”

She nodded regretfully as the real world intruded—a world in which she had a shitty job with shitty hours. “I have to get up early tomorrow for a breakfast function—”

“Again?” He sounded incredulous and horrified at the same time.

“Yeah, they seem to travel in pairs.”

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