Page 44 of Revival

“But if you’re looking for a man who knows how to wring every single ounce of pleasure from your body, then I’m that man.”

My thumbs stroke across her sharp cheekbones.

“Goes without saying, Kitten, that I hope like fuck you pick option two.”

“Are you going to stop talking and kiss me or something?”

I shake my head, running my tongue across my upper teeth. “I don’t kiss.”

Her lips curve as if she’s waiting for the punchline but already finds me funny. “You don’t kiss?”

I give another curt shake.

My fingers curl around her wrist. Walking backward, I tow her with me to the bed.

“I can do plenty of other things with my mouth.”

I step out of my shoes.

“And tongue.”

With the collapsible wall left open from earlier, we continue until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I move my hand from her wrist to grip her waist with both.

“I’ll kiss every inch of your delectable body except your mouth.”

She cocks a hip, and the cuteness of it nearly has me giving in. But kissing Cortney Powell would destroy the walls that took decades to build.

“Is this problem unique to me?”

Now how the fuck do I answer that?

This problem is uniquely hers because Cortney Powell is the only woman I’ve ever kissed.

But I sure as fuck won’t be telling her that.

My resistance slips, and I lean in. She tenses in my arms, her spine pulling taut at my nearness to her mouth.

I press carefully into the skin beside her pout.

“It’s just a rule of mine.” I nuzzle her with my nose. God, she smells good, like coconut and the salty beach. “Dealbreaker?”

“Hell no. I’m waiting for you to make good on your promises, and I don’t want to leave this bed until you do.”

In that case…

With a pull, the bikini strings at her side untie, and the sunny-yellow bottoms fall to the floor.

My calloused palms glide up her enticing curves, pausing over her ribs to toss her onto the bed.

Her shriek turns into laughter but quickly becomes a moan as I follow her down. I wedge my shoulders between her spread thighs, carelessly tossing her calves onto my shoulders.

“What a pretty pussy,” I croon.

I snag the center of her bikini top as I pin her with my heady stare.

She hastily reaches behind her back. The second the ties loosen, the material slackens in my hand. Pulling the yellow material away fills me with anticipation.

Her nipples are taut, pointing high in the cooled room. Her breasts roll steadily with expecting breaths. The sight floods my mouth. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around her tits and lap at those tightened peaks while she writhes on my hand.

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