Page 70 of Resurfaced Passion

He knew what he was doing alright.

He hummed, licking her slowly, methodically precise from top to bottom and back again to nuzzle his tongue inside her lips. He found her clit and her back almost broke in half. It felt so good when he gave her light sucks and danced the tip of his finger to her dripping opening.

She looked down again because she needed to see that big man balanced between her opened legs and his golden head moving and the front of his black boxer briefs bulging with his own arousal. So freaking big.Jeez.

And what she saw took her breath harder than the tongue licking her gently.

To recognize how much he loved having his head between her legs was more than an experience, she became fascinated with his focus. Like her pussy was the only thing to exist to him.

Release wasn’t far away.

“Reaper. Reaper.” The moment she started chanting his name he became ravenous. Sucking and nibbling, sucking harder than ever and she flew apart. Just blistered into a million tingling shards.

His lips. His tongue. His mouth. His magic fingers.

She was on pleasure overload to the point she could feel the throb in her eyelashes.

God, he’s so good. So. Freaking. Good.

One long animal prowl and he was balanced over her body. His eyes hooded with lust and he let her watch how slowly he slashed his tongue out to lick her from his lips.

She flamed hot as a lightbulb with embarrassment to see how glossy his mouth was. He licked long after his mouth was clean.

“Good morning,” he rasped dropping a kiss to the rosy red apple part of her cheek.

“I think it was more of a good morning for me.” She smiled shyly. “A great morning.”

Paige recalled falling asleep on top of Reaper’s lap last night. He’d teased her, kissed her, teased her some more but made no move to actually have sex with her. It was after midnight she tried to slip off his lap, but he’d swept her up into his arms, told her to hang on and carried her through the condo to his bedroom where he’d tucked her in, slid in beside her and that’s how the night ended.

Talk about giving a girl mixed signals.

Even when his two steel arms caged her in either side of her head and his cock bulged, pressing hard into her stomach she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he even wanted to have sex with her. Maybe he was one of those guys who got off on only giving pleasure. She thought they were an urban myth, but apparently not. The evidence was laid on top of her.

Beneath the light sheet, his hand curled around her hip, mapping its curve, squeezing tenderly. What with Reaper still pressed deep into the nest of her legs she felt wide open… a touch vulnerable, but nothing felt as good as when she slid her own hands around his waist and the great bear shudder he gave off.

“My touch feels good to you?” She asked, scraping his sides with her blunt nails.

“More than anything else in the world.”

Realness and authenticity coated his words like melted chocolate.

Kissing her on the tip of her nose, Reaper collapsed at the side of Paige.

As for waking up in a man’s bed for the first time that she could recall … it wasn’t as awkward as she once thought it might be.

It was Reaper after all, she knew him, she liked him.

His scent infiltrated into her nostrils, and instantly, like a kid sniffing out trick or treat candy, Paige wanted more. She craved more of that intoxicating smell in her nose. If she’d had a little less control she would have already face planted in his chest.

Discreetly, she inched her face nearer to his shoulder just to prolong her ecstasy and right as Paige was inhaling, with her eyelids flickering closed, Reaper turned his head and caught her in the act of breathing in the spicy-musk air he was cocooned in.

She instantly turned beet-red and tried to move away, only to be anchored in by his arm around her waist.

“Something you want, baby?”

That same hand on her waist moved up and gripped gentle around the nape of her neck, the cocktail of excited hormones breeding in her veins meant any shyness or inhabitations flew right out of the window and she half rolled on top of him.

“You know what I want. It was what I wanted last night.”

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