Page 99 of Wicked Love

“I want to memorize every soft sound you make when I kiss you here—” he kisses just beneath my jaw “—and here—” another kiss at the base of my throat.

His smile turns wicked when I whimper. I tug him closer.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Every time your lips touch mine, I lose another piece of my restraint. And it’s not just my body, Poppy.”

He kisses me again, slower, deeper, his hands curling into my hair. I stand on my tiptoes to feel more of him and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He takes me to his bed and lays me on top of it.

“We don’t have to do anything more than you want. I can just kiss you for a while…”

I reach up and pull him down to kiss me again. “I don’t know if I can relax to do more than that when your mom and Mrs. McGregor are here.”

“Mrs. McGregor is in her cottage by now and my mom’s on the opposite end of the house.” His lips move to my ear and he whispers, “Can I taste you?”

“Oh…” I freeze. “I’m terrible at that,” I say.

His lips lift and he laughs against my skin. “Not possible.”

He leans back to look at me.

“I mean…I can’t really relax when—” I pause, my cheeks heating.

“Do you not like it?” he asks.

“Usually, no,” I say, crinkling my face. “But you have me curious now.”

He looks so happy with that answer, I cover my face with my hand. His hand hovers over my jeans.

“May I?”

I nod, already anticipating how it’ll feel, but nervous that I’ll be too knotted up to enjoy it.

He undoes my jeans and slides them down my legs. I lift my hips, helping him get them off. When he sees my hot pinklacy panties, he takes me in for a few moments, sighing and then staring at me with his lust-filled eyes.

I’d say yes to anything he asks when he looks at me like this.

His hand cups my stomach and he places a soft kiss below my belly button.

“Hello, little one,” he whispers. “Enjoy your sleep in there.”

I die.

He slides the lace down my legs and then his mouth is on my bare torso as he lifts my shirt, and places open-mouth kisses that tease their way down my body. When he spreads me with his thumbs and bends to suck directly over my clit, I nearly convulse off the bed. His chuckle heats my skin and then his mouth is hungry, sucking and exploring me with that tongue. His fingers get in there too. Gentle at first, and then when I am so wet the sounds are filling his bedroom, it’s no longer a teasing seduction but a full-on overwhelm of the senses. His fingers work deep and fast, his tongue flicking over me with such precision and perfection, everything in me feels achy and primed and so, so hungry. It’s so intense and I let out a sharp cry before realizing I have to be quiet. I try to grab a pillow, but he tosses it aside.

So my cries come out like an anguished mewl, whimpering his name over and over again as I fall apart.

“Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie.” It’s a chant my heart keeps echoing after I stop saying it.

And then he presses one more kiss there, and I feel grounded to the earth, grounded to him, in a way I didn’t know existed.

He crawls up my body, kissing his way up my skin, until he reaches my breasts. He lowers the cup of my bra and wraps his tongue around my nipple.

“Still not a fan?” he asks, looking up at me through half-lowered lids.

My arm is flung over my eyes and I start laughing and can’t stop. He joins in and then lifts my arm, peering down at me.

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