Page 96 of The Only Heart that Matters

Kneeling between her legs I drag my finger over her clit and through her wetness, I tell her the most honest thing I have ever said. “You are fucking perfect.”

Her legs open wider, begging for my mouth. I can still feel her watching me, but there’s no way I can take my eyes off my finger. This is all still unbelievable to me. Sure, I dream of moments like this with her, but for it to be real is fucking overwhelming. If I have my way, I’ll be the last man who ever touches her like this.

Sliding another finger into her, I leisurely thrust in and out of her tight heat for a few beats before looking up to find her biting her lower lip. Her nipples are hard and she’s rocking her hips, looking for more.

Unable to resist, I lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth as my hand continues its leisurely pace. She tightens around my finger, always so responsive. I close my eyes andcircle her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her with my tongue by licking her everywhere, but where she wants it the most. Edging her closer and closer, but never giving her what she needs.

When I open my eyes, she’s still leaning on one hand while the other teases and pinches one of her nipples. The sight of her finding such pleasure in the moment is so damn sexy I grip my cock and work myself as I devour her.

I. Am. Insatiable.

Need courses through my veins. Releasing myself so I can push her legs even wider, I remove my fingers and feast on her, pumping my tongue inside her center while my thumb works her clit. When her body tightens, I thrust two fingers inside her, working her G-spot, and my tongue finds her sweet spot once again. She writhes against my face, soaking my hand as she comes and comes and comes. I’m relentless, spurred on by the intensity of her climax, continuing to work her body until the waves of her orgasm cease and she collapses.

Lying back on the bed, she releases her grip on the comforter, sounding intoxicated when she asks, “How does it get better every time?”

“Because we fit, baby.” Rising from my knees, I crawl over her as she scoots back on the bed, teasing a nipple on my way up her body. I nip at the soft skin of her neck and her fruity scent infiltrates my senses. All I want to do is ravage her. But I also want this to last until morning.

I force myself to roll off her, hating the air between us, much preferring her skin against mine. Resting my head in my palm, keeping one leg wrapped around hers, my forefinger circles her breast. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she giggles, and I realize she didn’t say a proper hello when she got home.

“How was your day?”

She rolls to her side, mirroring me, her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t want to talk about my day, Angus.”

“Whatdoyou want to talk about?”

“What do you say we skip the talking altogether?”

“What if I want to tell you how beautiful you are?”

She pushes my shoulder. “Shut up.”

“What if I want to tell you I think you might be my best friend?”

Ripping her gaze from mine when she rolls to her back and covers her eyes with her forearm, she whispers, “Don’t.”

“Why?” I ask, because it’s clear she doesn’t want to venture into a serious conversation.

“Because I don’t want to talk. Not tonight.”

“Whatdoyou want, then?”

Lifting to her knees, she pushes me to my back, straddling me. “You.”

“Babe I’m yours for the taking. Do your worst.”

Leaning forward, she presses her breasts against me, kissing my lips, then pulling back, licking the taste of herself from hers.

“You taste good, don’t cha, baby?”

Nodding, she lays her body on mine, stretching so our legs tangle. Her lips find my mouth again and I let her take what she wants. How she wants it. She lingers there for a time before her kisses intensify, her body creating the best kind of friction against mine. Her clit rubs against my cock, and she gasps.

“Angus, I need you inside me.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Angus

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