Page 12 of Wish For Me

Heat surged between my legs.

His eyes stayed on mine as he knelt on the bed between my legs. Oh Jesus. Was he going to—

Leif bent down and kissed me right above the waistline of my underwear. All thoughts flew straight out of my brain. His kisses—they were like the touches of something magical. Heat and sparking energy flittered through me at each one he pressed down across my stomach, hips, and a moment later, between my legs.

I fully expected him to come back up, but to my surprise, he said, “I need to taste you now, Noelle.”

I felt myself grow wetter than I already was. But still I looked up, shocked. “You want to?”

Leif froze. “Do I want to?” He looked astonished. “Do you?”

“Yes! I mean, I think so.”

He frowned. “Did your last—have you done this before?”

“Yes!” I said quickly. “Just…don’t feel like you have to.” Patrick had done it so rarely—and so begrudgingly—I’d never enjoyed it. I’d faked my orgasm every time just to get him to stop, and we’d both seemed relieved when it was over.

“Noelle.” Leif’s voice was a low rumble. “This will be a purely selfish act on my part.” He stroked a knuckle over the wet fabric between my legs, making me spasm as pleasure rolled through me. “And a fucking privilege. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t a man if he didn’t bow before you like this.”

The more he spoke, the more he sounded like he was angry at Patrick, a man he’d never meet. I loved it.

“Okay,” I said. “Yes. But I’m not sure I can… you know.”

He hooked his fingers over the top of my underwear. “You will.”

It wasn’t cockiness. It was confidence in me. Or maybe it was both. Whatever it was, the feeling of me being exposed to him as he pulled my underwear down sent a new rush of need right where he was aiming his gaze.

He pulled the panties off me, gently urging my legs open. “It’s official.”

“What?” I lifted my head off the bed.

“You’ve got the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

My whole body filled with tingling heat. “You’ve seen a lot?”

But he just gave me that sexy as hell grin and dipped his face down. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he stroked a tongue fully over my most sensitive spot, making me cry out with pleasure.

Who was this man?I’d thought he was a little awkward and shy. But of course with those looks, and with him being very likely a genius…women probably threw themselves at him.

I certainly had.

“Legs here,” Leif commanded, pointing to his shoulders.

Oh shit. I hooked my legs over his back.

A moment later, his tongue slid along my whole length again.

This time, I thought enough to cover my mouth to keep from crying out. But before that sensation was even through, he took his tongue in the opposite direction. Then back again. I writhed under him, too shocked by the hard shots of intense pleasure from his sweeping movements. I couldn’t do anything but melt.

But Leif was just getting started. His tongue slipped away for a moment, replaced by his lips suctioning around my clit.

It was like that vibrator I had; the only thing that really made me come with any force. Except then his tongue came back into it too.

I bucked under him, clamping my thighs around his head, abandoning all chill. “Leif,” I cried out.

He didn’t seem to care that I was thrashing around. In fact, he seemed to be loving it. I don’t know where his hands were before, but now they joined in, grasping a breast and thumbing its nipple, the other stroking a finger at my entrance.

“Oh my God,” I moaned.

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