Page 31 of Midnight Dissonance

Aside from their age difference, they were also polar opposites. Except, when they’d talked last night, it felt like they had known each other most of their lives.

She stretched against him, and her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings. And then she looked at him with those stunning amber eyes. This close, he spied flecks of gold amid the amber. At times, her eyes reminded him of molten caramel.

At her shy smile, he went on instinct and lowered his mouth, taking hers in an exploratory kiss. God, even with morning breath plaguing them both, she tasted sweeter than any woman who had come before her.

He growled and deepened the kiss. The arm around her waist tightened, and he cupped her chin with his free hand, directing her where he wanted their kiss to go.

Josh turned into her, rotating onto his side. The craving for her had lost none of its potency.

When she hitched her leg up around his waist, his semi-hard shaft went rock hard in under two seconds at being snug against her hot center.

At her passionate whimper, he let loose, kissing Lexi like the world was going to end tomorrow. And in some ways, it had, because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt his days as a bachelor were over.

She returned his kiss with equal fervor, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Gliding his hands down her exquisite body, he cupped her ass, grinding his cock against her panties. At the wet heat scorching his member, he growled.

She wanted him—or at least her body did—but it was up to him to seduce her, show her how good it could be between them. He left her mouth and kissed a trail along her jaw to her ear. “Let me have you, Lexi. Feel how much I want you.”

He nipped at her earlobe.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Her consent washed over him like he’d been doused in gasoline. And hunger for her enveloped him. Descended over him until she was all he could see. He rolled her onto her back so that he was wedged between her thighs.

He drew his shirt up her torso. His fingers trailed over her sides. And he tugged it off, tossing it behind them.

And then he finally got a good look at her with only black panties covering her mons and nothing else. Her hair was spread over the pillow. Her amber eyes were glazed with lust. There was no hesitation. She wanted this—wanted him.

Bloody hell, she had the most gorgeous tits. They were large melon-sized beauties with pale pink nipples stiffened into a point. And he was drawn to them like they were magnets.

He cupped them, testing their weight. He scraped his thumbs over her nipples, and they puckered even tighter for him. Fuck.

He swooped in and sucked a bud into his mouth. Groaning at her exquisite flavor, he laved the bud, teasing it. And then he nipped at it.

Lexi gasped, and her hands threaded into his hair, gripping tight. He should correct her. He should restrain her hands.

But all his normal tricks went right out the window. And something told him to make this time with her more than merely a scene. This was about her pleasure. About getting her to trust him if they were going to have any type of future.

So he took his time, venturing back and forth from one breast to the next and back again.

Her tiny mewls and gasps went straight to his dick.

He worked the buds until they were red and stiff, jutting toward the ceiling. She lifted her gaze as he planted open-mouthed kisses down her belly. When he reached her panties, he dipped his tongue beneath the material, teasing her, but never took his eyes off her face.

Even with her makeup smudged, she was gorgeous. And he could no longer wait to taste her. He gripped the gusset of her panties and yanked, ripping them off her body.

The flimsy material shredded like tissue paper.

“Josh,” she gasped. Her eyes went wide, and she trembled.

He lowered his gaze to her bare pussy and groaned. She was slick and pink—and all for him. “Give me all your sweet cries. I want to hear them all.”

Lexi whimpered, but nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

He parted her thighs wider to give himself better access. And then he lowered his mouth, dragging his tongue along her drenched slit, and groaned as her sweet nectar hit his tastebuds. With a deep, rumbling growl that was ripped from his soul, he lapped at her pussy, licking up all her cream as if it was an elixir that was the secret to immortality.

Lexi gasped at Josh and his marvelous, superb—did they teach oral differently in Ireland?—tongue.

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