I slip my hand into his, not questioning him.

He replaces his fingers with mine so they’re holding my underwear back then gives me the most wolfish grin.

“Hold these for me.”

And then his head disappears between my thighs.

“F-Fuck me,” I stutter as his tongue sweeps over my skin.

“Later,” he teases, using his fingers to spread me open even more. “Goddamn, Den. I knew this would be good, but I didn’t think it would bethisgood.”

His mouth covers me again and I’m so fucking mad at myself because this is what I’ve been missing for the last five years.

His tongue covers my clit, swirling with the right amount of pressure. He uses his shoulders to push my legs apart, spreading me to the point of my underwear digging painfully into my thigh, but I don’t care.

He dips his tongue inside me then moves to my clit again, sucking and pulling it into his mouth as he slides two fingers in.

Suck, pump, suck, pump.

I can’t handle it.

I release my panties and pull myself up, missing the feel of his tongue against me the moment I move.

“Finger me like you mean it, Shep.”

I crush my mouth to his, loving the taste of myself on his lips as he quickens his pace and pistons his fingers in and out, sweeping his thumb up to rub circles on my clit.

It’s almost enough to send me over the edge, but not quite. I need more. I need it harder.

“More.”

“My fucking hand is cramping.”

“Utilize those baseball player muscles and finish this, Shep.” I press a quick kiss to his lips. “If you can.”

With a growl, he withdraws his fingers as he shoves me backward again. I smack against the counter, relishing the pain in my shoulder blades as he spreads me wider than I could have imagined and covers my pussy with his mouth one last time…throughthe fabric.

I combust beneath him, riding his face as my orgasm rages through me.

“Holy hell,” I rasp out, pushing myself up onto my elbows and looking down at Shep once my breathing returns to normal.

“You’re welcome.”

I groan and swat at him. He grabs my hand and pulls me until I’m sitting up.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hey.”

He gives me a self-satisfied grin. “So, you were saying something about how I know how to use my mouth?”

Eighteen

Five years ago, February

Shepard:I just want to put this out there because I feel like it’s super important to remind you of this.

Denver:Okay…