Page 67 of What if It's Us

To memorize.

As if this might be the only time he’ll get to see me splayed out beneath him. His gaze is direct and unembarrassed, awed, like he can’t believe I said yes.

Like he can’t believe this is happening.

I can’t help but smile at the way he looks at me because Ledger Dayne appreciating my body makes me feel like I’m the eighth wonder of the world.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful Mar.”

“I don’t think any man has ever looked at me the way you’re looking at me right now, Ledge,” I tell him. “You know how to make a woman feel pretty damn special.”

“Baby, I’m going to make you feel like you’re walking on fucking sunshine in a minute. I just wanted to get a glimpse of the body I get to spend the night worshiping before I lose myself in you and forget to come up for air.”

He leans in close and captures my lips once more as he slips a hand behind me and unclasps my bra.

One handed! Impressive.

He tugs at the straps and helps me deposit my clothing to the floor and then lowers me back to his pillow. Starting again at my lips, he kisses my chin, my jaw, down my neck, and to my sternum. My chest rises and falls with each breath as he circles his tongue around my right nipple, flicking the hardened peak and then pulling it into his mouth.

“Oh, my God, Ledger,” I breathe, my back arching off the mattress.

My body hasn’t come alive like this in a long time.

“You have fucking gorgeous tits,” he says before he sucks my other nipple into his mouth. Harder this time, he nibbles it with his teeth and I gasp audibly.

“Yes!”

He rolls partially to the side so that he can continue to tease my nipples but also slide his hand between my thighs. When his fingers come in contact with my swollen wet pussy I whimper, and he groans and sucks in my nipple a little harder.

“Jesus fuck, you’re soaking wet.”

“You make me this way, Ledger,” I pant. “Nobody’s touch has ever felt the way you feel.”

“Tell me how I make you feel, Mar. Tell me everything.”

There’s no claiming in his touch. No urgency to possess—only reverence, like he’s learning the shape of something sacred. Every brush of his fingertips against my skin feels intentional, not just seeking pleasure, but understanding my body.

What it likes.

How it responds.

And I feel it all.

“It’s like my body has been holding tension for months…years—and is only now remembering how to let go because of you.”

He moves himself down my body, licking a trail down my abdomen to my pelvis and then to the inside of my thigh. “I’ve been dying to taste you since day fucking one,” he says just before he spreads me wide open with both hands and presses his tongue against my clit.

“Oooh, my, God! Ledger!” I shout, pretty damn sure I’m having an out of body experience.

He takes his time with long lazy strokes through my pussy, lapping at my arousal like he’s memorizing my taste. “Fucking delight. You’re like every dessert I’ve ever had all rolled into one, Marlee.” He moans. “Goddamn delicious.”

No man has ever told me that my pussy is goddamn delicious.

“Ledger, I’m gonna…”

He pulls my clit between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue once, twice, three times.

And then a fourth.

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