Page 114 of Love Sick

I nudge his ear with my nose. “Show me what you like.”

His hand closes over mine, guiding. It gives me enough confidence to grip harder, eliciting a smothered groan from him. His hands climb my spread thighs while his breath fans over my throat. He breathes deeper, faster.

Mouth at my throat, the obscenities he mutters vibrate against my pulse. After a while, his fingers clamp on my thighs. “I want to be inside you.”

I’m breathless, desperate, reckless. “Okay.”

He freezes, then jerks his head to look me in the eye. “What?”

I nod, never losing my rhythm. “I want you.”

He blinks twice before an exhale bursts from him. “Thankgod.”

He smothers me with kisses. Tongue tangled with mine, he slides me to the edge of the counter and I wrap my legs around him when a knock pounds at the door. We both startle mid-kiss, staring at each other, wide-eyed.

“Shit!” I whisper.

He backs away so I can slide off the counter. Shit! Shit! Shit! I wipe my hand over the countertop. Dry. But still, where is his kitchen cleaner? I turn to ask him about it. The two fingers he’d used to get me off are in his mouth, like he’s sneaking cookie dough straight from the bowl.

Heat flares like a sunburst through my whole body.

“Definitely not cold,” he murmurs before washing his hands.

The door opens. “Yo, Julian. You in here?” Kai asks.

“In here.” Julian’s voice is magically unaffected, but he shifts his refastened pants with a pained expression.

Meanwhile, my legs are Jell-O and my skin prickles with awareness. I almost had sex with Julian in his kitchen. I let him finger-bang me to the best climax I’ve ever experienced.

Vicious horny hag beams.If he can do that with two fingers, what could he do with his tongue? His dick?

It’s been almost four years since I’ve had a man inside me, and now all I want is to order Kai home and let Julian learn every inch of my body.

Kai sets a bottle of St. Germain in front of me and makes a scrunched face. “You look weird.”

“Hmm?” I shake myself. “Just tired.”

Julian halves another lime without looking at either of us. He pulls his breaths in a little deeper than before but is otherwise relaxed. Kai glances at me, eyebrow raised.

Get it together, Grace.

The door opens again. Raven calls a greeting. “I brought the oranges.”

Julian reaches out as she rounds the corner to the kitchen. She hands him the plastic bag. His gaze finally meets mine and his knowing eyes sparkle as one corner of his mouth lifts. Butterflies tickle my insides.

“You want to peel these?” he asks.

I’m frozen, staring at his face. Kiss-swollen lips. Fever-bright eyes.

He jiggles the bag. “You gonna take it?”

Warmth blooms across my neck.It’s right there, beautiful. Just take it.

I clear my throat as Raven settles on a stool. Reaching for the bag, I abruptly remember where my hand has been when Julian stares at it. He clears his throat and sets the bag on the counter while I wash my hands.

Beside me, his practiced movements grow clumsy, but he says nothing.

Swollen stomach brushing the granite, Raven reaches for a lime wedge to suck on. “Alesha’s running late.”

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