Page 145 of The Odds of Happily Ever After
“You can skip those,” she told me. “There’s not much there.”
I cupped them and circled my thumbs around the lace-covered peaks. “Not much?”
She sucked in a breath as I pushed the edges of her bra down and kissed the slopes of her breasts. Her fingers tangled in my hair, scraping my scalp. The sensation zipped down to my cock, hardening it further.
Keeping my eyes on her, I circled her taut nipples with my tongue and enjoyed the way she bucked into me.
“Always—such a—smartass,” she gasped.
“Only when I’m right.”
She moaned, and then she pulled me up to meet her mouth, kissing me frantically. Her need matched my own. Forget breathing. This was all I needed—her mouth on mine, her legs shifting restlessly beneath me. I ground my hips against hers, and she threw her head back.
“I want you, Gabe.”
Looking into her eyes, I found the truth of her words staring back at me. “Luna.” This woman and that stubborn tilt of her chin would be the death of me.
“I’m sure. I’ve just been waiting for you to come around.”
Her certainty humbled me. “We agreed to go slow.”
“Slow. Not glacial,” she reminded me. She smiled at me then, so sweetly I felt it in my bones.
Still, I couldn’t rush this. I wanted our first time together to be special.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her something else.
Pressing a long kiss on her lips, I moved down, worshipping her body with my hands and mouth. Her stomach compressed as I dipped my tongue into her navel. A glance at her face showed me her eyes were barely open enough to watch me, her lashes fluttering against her skin.
I drew my hands up her thighs, feeling them tremble under my touch. As I went higher, I kept my gaze on her, taking in herreactions. Her lips parted and so did her legs, a silent invitation for me to proceed. My fingertips grazed the juncture of her thighs, and her hips launched up, pushing the hem of her skirt higher to reveal her underwear.
I traced the edges of her panties and she moaned, her fingers diving into my hair. My knuckles brushed down her center, and I felt the dampness of the lace that concealed her. Seeking out her clit with my thumb, I rubbed gentle circles over it, all the while tracking the little sounds escaping her throat.
My erection throbbed against the sofa as I lowered my head over her.
She sucked in a breath. “Oh God.”
I felt high on her scent. Our eyes met right before I brought my lips to her clit.
“Gabe.” Her hips thrust against me, and I slid my hands beneath her to cup her ass, lifting her to my mouth.
Her moans grew louder as I nudged the edge of the lace aside to give way for my tongue. She was addicting, driving me to the limit of my restraint.
Working my lips against her clit, I slipped a finger inside her and closed my eyes at the incredible feel of her.
“I need more.”
Carefully, I drew my finger out and replaced it with two. As I thrust into her, she clenched around me. She met my mouth and my fingers in increasing speed, the sounds of her pleasure rising, spurring me on.
I rubbed that spot inside her and circled my tongue over her clit. She bucked, and I watched her eyes go sightless as she reached her climax. I just managed to hold back from grinding into the sofa despite her squeezing the circulation from my fingers.
Waiting until her breathing evened out, I pressed one last kiss to her and eased myself up her body.
“That was”—she blew out a breath—“amazing.”
I smiled at the satisfaction in her voice. Resting my chin on the crook of her shoulder, I took in deep breaths to calm my arousal.
Then she shifted, her hand coasting down my stomach. My erection ached, pressing insistently against my trousers.
