Page 113 of Only Ever You

“Me too.”

She let out a breath, reaching for him as he came up the bed and sat beside her.

“Faye, I trust you with all of my heart, and I know you trust me the same. We’re comfortable with each other.” Bash danced his fingers down her waist, following the path he made towards the ticklish skin on her hip. “Which makes enjoying this so much better.”

Being with him, even naked, felt so natural. There weren’t any first time hesitations. Faye didn’t need to try and peel back any of his layers when he presented them to her like that. She didn’t need to say she trusted him too when it was there in everything she’d ever done with him. How quickly they’d resolved their arguments recently was proof.

She gazed up at him, wondering how it had taken them so long to be here.

Her fingertips feathered along the band of his boxers again. “Can I touch you?”

“Not just yet.” Bash removed himself from the bed. “Sit on the edge,” he commanded. “I’ve got work to do.”

Work?What kind of work could he be—Oh!

The heat on Faye’s cheeks became unbearable, spreading to the shells of her ears. “Bash, you don’t have to?—”

“Sit, please.” A touch of sternness slipped into his patient order which did wobbling things to Faye’s core – made her thighs squirm together.

She did as he asked. Planting her toes in the plush carpet, she peered up the full, almost naked, glorious height of him until their eyes connected.

Bash brushed some of the shorter strands of her hair away from her eyes like he wanted her to see what he was going to do to her. “That’s my good girl.”

Thrill from the praise hit Faye with a hard throb between her legs.

He began to kneel at her feet.

“Where are you going?” she asked, because was this even real? The man who’d been in her dreams for eleven years knelt for her, extremely underdressed.

Bash tipped up his chin. “Spread your legs for me.”

Faye gripped the edge of the bed, unsteadied by how much her breath caught. Soft lips pressed down gently at first, then harder to the inside of her thigh as she opened them up, his eyes locked with hers.

Just hearing Bash say those words like that sent her mind into a frenzy, heart beating wildly to catch up. She knew he’d take care of her – he’d always been generous; always kept her safe. But she’d never imagined that they would actually get here.

This was all a dream. It must be.

“My body’s yours, Faye. All of it.” Another kiss, higher.

“My hands.” The other thigh.

“My cock.”Higher.

Her toes curled and rose up like her pulse in anticipation as his mouth hovered right over her?—

Bash smirked between her legs. “My tongue.”

The thin noise that came out of her was pitched.

Bash’s brows ticked in a question. Shifting her hips, Faye began to push down her underwear, then let Bash do the honours. The flimsy scrap of black material joined the floor with the rest of her clothes and automatically her knees pressed back together.

Now that absolutely nothing covered her, being here felt all too real.

Bash knew exactly what he did in wrapping her around his finger when he circled his thumbs over her hips and looked up at her like he was starved. “Will you let me taste you, Faye?”

“Please.” He could’ve asked her anything in that gravelly, sex-god tone, and Faye would’ve agreed.

He spread her knees wide and flattened his tongue to her entrance in one swipe.

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