Page 67 of Can't Always Get What You Want

So let’s get those pants off.

I start with her shoes, kneeling in front of her like she’s holy and I’m ready to worship. I tug at the laces of her white-and-green sneakers that go so perfectly with her jacket, but will look even better on the floor. I slip the shoes off gently, setting them aside. Then I run my hands up the length of her calves, slow and steady.

Next up? Her pants.

Curling my fingers into the waistband, pausing just long enough for her to give me a nod. A breathless yes, not spoken aloud, but offered all the same. She lifts her hips. Good girl.

I peel them down inch by inch, baring more of her skin, watching every twitch of her expression like it’s gospel. I can see she’s wrecked; flushed.

I haven’t eventouchedher where she needs it most.

Her pretty, pretty pussy.

I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs, taking my sweet time. My thumbs brush just beneath the edge of her underwear, and she arches toward me, subtly, like her body’s no longer pretending to behave.

She wants this.

She wantsme.

I lean in and kiss the soft skin at the top of her thigh, just beside where I know she’s burning. Her hands twitch again, likeshe might pull me closer, or push me away, or maybe just bury her fingers in my hair and ride the damn lightning.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Luca…” Her head gnashes.

Voice breaks.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I saw you at the ESPYs,” I say, lips brushing her skin. “I’m going to suck on this clit until you’re shaking.”

My mouth is already watering.

I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the mound between her legs, over the silk of her pink panties.

A wet spot grows.

“I’m only communicating with Mavis at the moment,” I inform her solemnly, pressing another kiss through the silk.

Sweet, juicy Mavis.

Nova’s head tips back with a groan. “I swear to God, if you talk to my vagina?—”

“You’ll what?” I murmur, mouthing her over the damp fabric. “Let me stay?”

I lick.

She moans.

Real.

Raw.

No sarcasm for once. Suddenly, all the humor fizzles as she melts into my mouth, exactly where I want her.

I drag the tip of my nose up the center of her, breathing her in like oxygen, like absolution.

“You smell so good, baby,” I whisper. “Mavis is practically purring.”

She lifts her head to meet my gaze. “Do you hear yourself?”

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