Page 45 of Lemon Cake

“What’s our safe word?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Lemon.”

He nodded his approval, then leaned down and kissed her forehead before working his way south. He brushed hislips over her collarbones, pressing his lips against each one and nosing along the soft terrycloth still covering her. Her heart raced and her head spun as he slipped beneath the towel and caressed the arch of her hips. His touch was mind-blowing, and she was still high on whatever had come over her earlier. Rider hadn’t done anything inherently sexual, but she hadn’t been able to let him walk away.

Sparks flew across her skin as he followed the curve of her stomach between her legs. He didn’t hesitate to comb through her curls between her thighs, pushing his fingers through her folds and finding her clit like a magnet. She shuddered and her head fell back onto the soft mattress.

Rider applied more pressure with his fingers, and her muscles buzzed. He shifted and her groan of protest turned into a yelp as she was dragged to the edge of the bed. She peered down her body, watching Rider drop to his knees. He licked his lips, eyes fixed between her thighs like he hadn’t eaten in days. Before she could think, he had his mouth on her pussy, a gasp escaping her as he parted her folds with his tongue and sucked her clit between his lips.

He sucked hard, holding her in place with strong hands on her hips. She stiffened when he smoothed his palms down to her knees, but he only guided her legs to his shoulders. With his hands back where they belonged, she relaxed once more.

She let her head sink back into the mattress and carded her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails over his scalp. His tongue sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her body, but his grip on her waist held her firmly in place.He kept a steady pace with his mouth, increasing the pressure bit by bit until she was shaking.

Her blood rushed in her ears, drowning out her own sounds of pleasure. She panted and wiggled, Rider becoming relentless. He sucked hard, surprising her by drawing an unexpected orgasm faster than she’d hoped. Her thighs clenched and she yanked at his hair, but he didn’t relent until he had her screaming. Her heart felt like it would burst right out of her chest, and only then did he pull off, kissing her swollen clit softly. She panted hard, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and into her hair as she recovered from his sweet form of torture.

“So gorgeous,” he hummed, kissing over her right thigh before moving to her left. “That was perfect.”

She couldn’t say anything, her lungs fighting for each breath. Even if she could have, he’d rendered her speechless.

Rider chuckled lightly and stretched over her, kissing her cheek. “Let me grab your clothes.”

He ducked into the bathroom, returning with her clothes and prosthesis, carefully laying everything within reach before helping her sit up. With one hand tightly gripping hers, he let his other run through the damp, tangled mess that was her hair.

“How about we cuddle up and watch some moreGame of Thrones? I’ll have snacks and drinks ready for you.”

She nodded, her mind still void of words.

“Are you okay?”

Another nod.

“I wasn’t too pushy?”

“No,” she promised, perhaps a little too eagerly.

The concern etched into his features washed away, and he leaned in for another kiss before dressing and disappearing from the room.

As she dried and dressed herself, she relived everything over again. From him holding her in the bathtub, to her pleasing him with nothing more than her tongue. She’d loved to hear him groan for her. She’dwanted to be the one to make him come. He hadn’t been forcing or demanding, something she’d learned she didn’t like when going down on a man. She loved to be the one in control of her man’s pleasure. Though when it had been his turn to make her squirm and moan, she’d loved how he’d given her what she needed.

Once dressed, she followed him to the living room where he was stocking the coffee table with snacks and drinks. They cuddled together on the couch, getting through two episodes before she felt ready to leave.

She immediately grabbed his hand on the drive, loving the way his large hands nearly engulfed hers. “Your next game is on Saturday in Los Angeles, right?”

“Yeah.”

“When are you travelling there?”

“The day before.”

“Can I take you out when you get back?”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to grin at her. “I don’t think a woman has ever asked me to take me out.”

“I thought you might enjoy not having to worry about planning anything. The season is hard enough as is.”

“I have both Sunday and Monday off. I’ll be all yours.”

Butterflies swirled in her stomach, tamping down the nerves over not having anything planned yet. “I like how that sounds: you being all mine.”

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