Page 72 of Edge of Heaven

It’s hard to describe the adoration, and sheer desire, in his expression.

I’m so close to throwing caution to the wind but deep down, I really do want to wait before we make love. Maybe I’m just rationalizing, but in this instance, there’s a difference between fooling around and having intercourse.

Does oral count as sex?

I don’t know and right now, I don’t care.

I just want to be intimate with him, in whatever way works for us.

There’s something romantic and special about waiting before we go all the way, and the fact that he’s willing to humor me in this makes me fall a little harder. He just told me he’s in love with me, so now all I can think about is finding a way to get out from under Callum’s thumb.

No matter what it takes.

“You’re thinking way too much,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. Our mouths fuse together, and my mind goes blank, completely under the spell of this beautiful man. We kiss and touch and explore, like the first time all over again, and soon we’re sprawled on the mattress, face to face.

“I think we’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispers.

I chuckle. “Speak for yourself.”

He grins and wiggles out of his jeans and socks. He’s wearing boxers, and I motion with my hand.

“Those too.”

“You first.”

I reach down and hook my thumbs in the sides of my thong and slowly inch them down, my eyes never leaving his. The best part is, he’s completely focused on my eyes, instead of what I’m revealing down below, and then he’s kissing me again. At some point, his boxers disappear, and our naked bodies are pressed together.

Warm, callused fingers trail the curve of my backside, my hip, and the side of my breast. He inches his thumb between us, rubbing it gently on my nipple until it pebbles into a hard peak. A soft moan escapes me and I arch my chest, anxious for more. He dips his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

His lips are warm and wet, the pressure perfect, and I dig my fingers into his hair. I love looking down and seeing his dark head attached to my chest, and I groan when he releases my nipple with a little plop. Then he moves to the other, sucking and nibbling, each swipe of his tongue shooting straight to my core.

“Fuck, Mick, don’t stop.” My breasts are sensitive, so most guys are too rough, but Mick senses exactly how much pressure is perfect.

Or maybe he just remembers.

“I need to taste you,” he growls.

“I want to taste you too.”

He smiles. “Does third base include sixty-nine?”

“I think it does tonight.”

He flips onto his back and motions for me to climb on. “Drop that pretty little pussy right over here and see if there’s anything you like down there.”

I scramble into position, and before I have a chance to think about what’s coming, I feel his fingers. Stroking, separating and—his lips. Right. There. Teasing and taunting, gentle kisses, tiny nibbles.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, swirling a finger around the juices pooling at my entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant.

He plays for a few seconds, taking his time as he slides his finger up to my clit.

“Oh, God,” I whimper.

“I’m going to need a little reciprocation if this is going to continue,” he whispers in a gruff voice.

My eyes open and I stare down at his thick, beautiful cock. Hard and already leaking, I dip my head and use the tip of my tongue to get my first taste. He hisses in response, and then it’s a game of cat and mouse, chasing each other toward ecstasy while simultaneously backing off one at a time.

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