Page 94 of Fashionista's Playbook

“When you look at me like that, Moriah, I lose my damn mind.”

“I can’t help it. You look good enough to lick from top to bottom.”

I closed my eyes against the rush of desire. “Damn.” But she gave me a better idea. “I was thinking something like that.”

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and tugged them and her panties down to the lace-front boots. After some quick thinking, I managed to pull her clothing off and leave the boots in place.

When she raised her brow, I chuckled low and deep. “I like them.” Then I shook my head. “But that sweater is hideous.”

I spun my finger, telling her to ditch it. She obliged with a grin and tossed her bra too. Naked beneath me, in nothing but those damn boots, she was the most arousing thing I’d seen in my entire life.

“Moriah.” I croaked, my cock twitching against my boxer briefs.

I licked my lips and slid my hands between her knees, spreading her legs until she lay completely open for me. My heart beat madly in my chest, saliva pooled in my mouth, and my dick was impossibly hard.

“You’re beautiful, Moriah.” I dipped my head, snaked my tongue out to flick against her clit. The taste of her aroused me further.

She cried out, bucked against me so hard I had to clutch her hips. I nuzzled her groin and chuckled. “Easy baby, I’m just getting started.”

I licked again, over and over, laving her sex. When she made an especially throaty moan, I gripped her thighs and sucked the nub into my mouth. Her boot heels hooked onto the couch and she cried out, her entire body tensing. And then she came. Her body shuddered and moisture coated my face. I lapped it up, turning my head to kiss her thigh.

I pushed down my boxer briefs and grinned at her as I climbed between her thighs. The lights from the tree twinkled in her blue eyes. “My turn.”

When I reached to the floor for my pants, to dig out my wallet, she pushed my hand away. “You don’t need it.” She was panting, squirming beneath me.

“You sure?” I knew she’d been on birth control, we’d talked about it.

Just like I knew she’d not been with anyone else. She was trusting me and holy shit it was the greatest present she could have given me. It was worth all the ugly sweaters she could force upon me.

“Mhmm.” She murmured, grabbing for my hips and thrusting her own upward.

She’s my kryptonite.

I sank into her with a long, low moan. She was like the most intoxicating, hot, wet silk wrapping around me. “Moriah.”

I tossed both her legs over each of my arms and leaned forward, pushing her knees toward her chest, those sexy fucking boots going with them. And I moved, slow at first, then faster, building friction as I turned my face up toward the twinkling lights.

Each thrust earned another murmured moan, pushing me faster, to earn another one, until all she could do was gasp. That sound, her pretty pink lips parted as she came again for me, pushed me over the edge as pleasure burst from inside me, all the way down my cock.

When I collapsed on her, she laughed between panted breaths. “I’m going to wear these boots every day.”

I sure the hell hoped so.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Moriah

The call wasn’t a surprise. I pulled Travis’ white Range Rover to the curb at the airport several feet from where my sister waited. Her face was caught somewhere between sheepish apology and woman scorned. She definitely slammed her suitcase into the back.

I flinched but recovered by the time she crawled up front.

“Thanks, Moriah.” She exhaled as she shut the passenger door and clicked on her seatbelt. “I’m really sorry about this.Someonewas supposed to pick me up and spend a few days together before everyone else got in.”

“Vin?” I pulled out of the airport and tried to keep the judgement from my voice. She should have known better. But assholes were her type.

She dropped her face into her hands and groaned. “Yes,” came her muffled reply. “Why am I so stupid?”

He ghosted her, just like he did Bianca. Thank God he stayed away from Rumer.

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