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Her fingers twist in my hair as I dust kisses across her chest, worshipping every curve. “Makes me wonder what else I could lick off your body,” I whisper against her skin.
That question earns me another thick shiver.
I spread her thighs wider as I drop to my knees like a man devoted, my gaze locked on hers the entire time. “Now this,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her inner thigh, “is exactly what I woke up craving.”
I kiss her again, this time lower, tasting her sweet heat. Her gasp echoes in the kitchen as my tongue flicks her clit before sweeping along her center, collecting every drop of honey.
I take my time, stroking her with slow, teasing licks, sliding my tongue inside her softness and groaning when she spreads her legs even wider, giving me more room to maneuver. Her thighs tremble, her breath comes in ragged bursts, and all I want is to keep her on this edge, floating and open and mine.
Touching her like this, playing with her like this, is everything I’ve ever wanted.
If I keeled over tomorrow, I would die a happy man now that I’ve had my face pressed against her pussy, tonguing her sweetness, slipping inside her core.
It doesn’t take long before her body tightens, her fingers tunneling in my hair as she grinds against my mouth.
“Steele,” she groans, my name sounding like a broken prayer.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper between strokes. “I want to watch you fall apart on my tongue.”
When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes off the walls. Her whole body trembles, and I hold her through it, hands firm on her thighs, mouth claiming every single shiver.
It’s only after the last shudder rolls through her that I rise and brush a kiss against her swollen lips before scooping her into my arms and carrying her back to the bedroom.
31
LILAH
The elevator doors glide open with a ding, and I step out, smoothing my hands down the sides of my coat. I can’t stop thinking about how good it’s felt to wake up in Steele’s arms these past few mornings. Each night he pushes my body to the brink, giving me orgasm after orgasm, but he has yet to slide deep inside me. If the man is trying to drive me insane, he’s doing a damn good job of it.
My heels echo across the polished floors of the Kingston Landry Arena as I head down the corridor to meet Rina and go over Steele’s social media engagement schedule for the rest of the month. I’ve walked these halls a hundred times, and I still love the sight of the framed team photos and banners that stretch toward the ceiling. It always fills me with pride to see Steele’s picture and name up there.
“Lilah! Over here!”
I glance up and spot Evelyn and Callie standing near one of the massive windows.
Nora, Callie’s two-year-old daughter, is perched on her hip, her wild curls bouncing as she turns to look at me.
My heart melts instantly. As soon as I’m close enough, I lean in and blow a raspberry against her cheek. She’s theabsolute sweetest. With a squeal, Nora buries her face against Callie’s shoulder, making us laugh.
“Hey, girl!” The pretty blonde grins, pulling me into a quick one-armed hug. “How’s everything going?”
There’s a playful yet pointed edge to her tone. It’s obvious she hasn’t forgotten our conversation at Lakeshore Sweets and is fishing for an update.
Heat floods my cheeks, and with a laugh, I hedge, “It’s good.”
“Is it now?” She smirks. “Exactlyhowgood?”
“We’ll talk soon,” I promise. “There’s a lot to tell you.”
Evelyn’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Is this the part where you confess something scandalous?”
“Nope, not at all,” I lie breezily. At least, nothing I’m ready to share with my godmother. I decide it’s best to pivot. “Actually, what do you think about a girls’ night this Friday?”
Evelyn shakes her head. “I’d love to, but I’ve got a date.”
My brows rise with that information. “Anyone we know?”
A secretive smile simmers on her lips. “Nope.”
