Page 34 of Fumbled Beginning

“Let me help you.”

He stepped between my legs and lifted my calf. His eyes never left mine as he pushed the material past the arch of my foot. I whimpered when he brought his nose up to my core and inhaled. JP closed his eyes, and a look of sheer bliss shone across his handsome face.

“You’re soaked,“ he said, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. “And you smell just like I knew you would. Absolutely incredible.” He sniffed deeply, and holy shit! Where did this man come from?

I wanted to give him everything, and I wanted him to take whatever he needed from me, but I was seriously questioning whether I would ever be enough for him.

He backed me up to the kitchen counter. With one arm along my waist, his other swiped the empty wine bottle and glasses across the room. A loud clatter sounded across the quiet kitchen.

“You just made a mess.” I smirked.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He wrapped my leg around his middle. “The only thing that matters right now is you.”

I slid my hands along his carved shoulders, loving that I could touch him that way. “I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

“Yeah?” he asked, peering up at me with a boyish grin that I didn’t know he was capable of.

“More than I care to admit,” I whispered as he laid me down on the cold granite.

“I wish you would have said something sooner.” He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. It was soft, sweet, and possessive. Nothing about him was predictable.

“You would have lost interest in me quickly if I had.”

His hand cupped my breast. “Never.” He squeezed and brought his mouth down to my nipple.

My back arched off the kitchen island when he gave it one long pull. I was sensitive everywhere.

I squirmed and moaned as he took his time, dragging his teeth, mouth, and hands across every inch of my body. I dug my nails into his back and looked up. He was watching every move I made and seemed fascinated with every little sound.

He spread my legs open, keeping his gaze on mine the entire time. The intensity was too much, so I closed my eyes and tried to shut my brain off. We were strictly casual, and I needed to remember that.

He dragged his thumb along my inner thighs before brushing it along my slit. I pushed my hips forward, searching for friction and trying to prepare myself for what was to come. He dropped his head and flicked his tongue along my center. I wasn’t expecting that, but I wasn’t going to complain one bit. The heels of my feet dug into his back as he took long, languid strokes with his tongue. Everything ached and throbbed. Never in my life had I ever been so turned on. Just seeing his face disappearing between my legs was enough to send me over the edge for a second time. He sucked hard and licked forcefully. It was unfair how experienced he was, and if I didn’t think it would go to his head, I would ask him if he was trying to set a world record.

As if he could read my mind, he shoved a finger inside and curled it against that bundle of nerves. I pulled on his hair, needing something to hold on to. “Oh, God!” I screamed loud enough to where his neighbors could probably hear a mile away. I closed my eyes as his fingers and tongue sent every nerve firing off. He sucked hard and twisted his fingers until I came apart. His name was on my lips as my orgasm spilled out of me. If I weren’t completely boneless and could get my brain to work, I’d ask him how he got so damn good at this. It was as if he knew my body better than I did.

He wiped a hand over his mouth and smiled down at me. He looked pretty damned pleased with himself. “I finally got you right where I want you.”

“I think I need a minute,” I rasped between heavy breaths.

He chuckled, and I looked off to the side, trying to get my body to relax. My eyelids felt heavy, and a part of me wanted to surrender to sleep, but when I saw the look in his gaze, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

JP licked his lips. His gaze was hard. He looked untamed, and I had a feeling he was done taking things slow.

There was no way I could refuse him, no matter how tired I was. Who the hell was I kidding? I wanted him inside me just as much as he did.

“You good?” he asked, his fingers tracing over my hip.

“I think so.” I nodded, feeling my heart flop in my chest. I can’t believe that just happened.

“I need a yes, Rylee.”

I swallowed while looking down at his thick erection. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“You deserve better than to be fucked on my kitchen counter, but I can’t wait another second to be inside you. I promise to make it up to you. Are you on birth control?”

I paused for a moment. “I’m on the pill.”

“Do you trust me?” His eyes held mine, and I didn’t have to think twice.

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