Page 50 of Where You Left Me

I don’t know if it’s the reminder, or if it’s the terror of losing her again, but my pulse races. And it has me worried as hell I won’t be strong enough to let her go again.

But it’s a risk I’m willing to take. She’s here now. And I need her like I need fucking air in my lungs.

“We’re taking advantage of a bad situation. You came back because of your dad’s stroke. And here we are, caught back up in our love affair. So if that’s all it can be, a summer spent fucking you every chance I get, I’ll take it.”

“You sure?” She bites her lower lip again and I tug it free with my thumb.

“I’ll take you any way I can have you, Peaches.”

With that, I lift her up and set her on the counter. She’s so tempting in this little black skirt and cowboy boots that go to her knees. I can’t help myself. With one hand on each of her thighs, I shove her legs open. Her green eyes go wide and I’m unable to fight back the smile pulling at my lips.

I slide a hand to her center, the pad of my thumb skidding across the silky fabric covering her pussy. Her intake of breath is audible at my touch. I take a few seconds to tease her like this, over the top of her underwear before I grow impatient and need to feel her.

My fingers are as greedy as my dick. I slip them inside her underwear and saliva pools in my mouth when I find her already wet for me. My thumb rubs in circles over her clit, and she squirms.

“Jones,” she hisses. “What are you doing?”

“You left in such a hurry this morning.”

She grips my shoulders, and whispers, “What if someone comes in? Like my mom?”

She’s so cute when she’s all flustered like this.

“Well, she’ll just have to get in line,” I chuckle.

I’m prepared for the swat to my shoulder and tense up.

“You’re disgusting.”

“You and I both know you love it when I’m disgusting.” I waggle my brows and drag my thumb over her center, and she simply rolls her eyes in reply.

Mia likes it when I dip my finger into her pussy only slightly but pay extra attention to her clit. It’s so sensitive so I have to take my time, or she’ll come in a matter of seconds. But she deserves me to take my time.

I tug her to the edge of the counter and shove her knee up before lowering my mouth to her. Tugging her underwear down with my teeth, I’m given a close-up of her pretty pink bud. And I don’t know how I’ve gotten so damn lucky.

My tongue darts out and sweeps up the length of her, licking her like she’s the sweetest lollipop. Only she tastes better. So much so, I can’t get enough. I could bend down, with my head up her dress, lapping her up all fucking day long.

Except she won’t last that long.

“Jones,” she mumbles. This time it’s less in warning and more out of pleasure.

The sound of my name from her lips has me so hard, that the restraint is nearly torturous.

“That’s it, take it. Take what you need.” The pressure builds on my tongue, and I slide it upwards from her entrance all the way up past her clit and she thrusts against my mouth.

“I need this…I need you…” she pants.

I work my fingers over her, taking a moment to glance up at her and revel in how beautiful she looks right now. With her hands bracing the edge of the counter, she lets her head fall back, and her legs are spread wide. I’m the luckiest asshole this side of the Rockies.

Her head flies up and our eyes meet.

“What are you doing? Don’t stop now,” she commands.

A delicious smile pulls at my lips.

“Making you squirm is so much fun.”

“Jones,” she whines, dragging out my name.

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