Page 20 of The Best of Us

Fuck.

All it took was for her to say, “Kiss methere,” to set me on fire and send me straightthere.

I kept my eyes up on her face so I could witness her reaction the first time I kissed her. When I dragged my tongue along her sex.

She writhed against my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair, guiding.Demanding. Her cries shattered the night as I sucked.

I didn’t stop until she broke apart, coming on my tongue, her body shaking as I wrung every last drop of pleasure from her.

Only then did I rise, pressing kisses up her stomach, her tits, to her mouth—letting her taste herself.

She barely had time to catch her breath before I picked her up, and we made our way to her bedroom.

Shouldering on the light switch, I then carried her over to the bed and set her down.

Condoms on the nightstand. My clothes a memory on the floor next. I then stood by the bed and nearly came undone at the mere sight of her.

Her hair was wild and tousled from my hands. Her green eyes dazed and heavy-lidded. Lips swollen. And her body . . . well, her body was all soft curves, smooth and sun-kissed waiting to be worshipped.

Unable to wait any longer, I joined her. I raced my hands over her curves. Paid close attention to her responses and what she seemed to love the most. I memorized the way she moved, and how she squirmed from pleasure when I let my breath fan across her sex. Her squeals of laughter when I kissed the inside of her thighs and knees freed a few surprising ones from me as well.

Only after the sweet surrender she gave me in those moments did I sit back on my heels and grip my cock, stroking with just enough pressure to pull a ragged breath from my lips—anda gasp from her.

After shielding myself with a condom, I braced myself on top of her, and she guided me to her entrance.

I promised to take my time. To be gentle. And then I pushed inside her.

I gritted my teeth, barely holding on to my control as she took me inch by inch.So. Fucking. Tight.A guttural groan left me as I bottomed out, and she drew me in even more.

I dropped my forehead against hers, struggling to hold still as I let her adjust to my size.

Her hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, pulling me down until our bodies were flush. Then I went deeper. Harder. Faster.

We lost ourselves in it. In each other.

Her legs locked around my waist, and her nails dragged down my back as I thrust into her over and over again. The sound of skin against skin filling the room.

She moaned against my lips as she came. I followed, coming harder than I ever had in my life. We collapsed together, slick with sweat and totally wrecked. At least, I was.

She’d given me everything, and I gave her the same.

And later, after we had our energy back, we went for a second time. And something inside me snapped when we did.

I think I even left my heart with her as we made love. Not that I had any use for it anyway.

When she drifted off to sleep in my arms, I told myself to leave.

It’s what she wants.My stomach twisted. An unbearable agony followed at the idea of going, but I forced myself to untangle our limbs, get out of bed, and dress.

Leaning down, I set my mouth to her ear and whispered my goodbye.

I pulled the comforter over her and stepped back, staring at her.

I had to report to Norfolk. Ihadto leave.It’s what she wants.But was this really it?

How was I supposed to spend the best few hours of my entire life with her and walk away without seeing if there was a chance for more between us?

Could a sinner like me have a shot with an angel like her?

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