Page 78 of There's Pumpkin About You
His already dark eyes become black as they rake over my braless chest. There’s no stopping him as he uses his bad arm to reach for me, cupping my breast in his hand and expertly kneading it, tweaking and stimulating my nipple so easily, you’d think he’d slept with hundreds of women.
The moment his mouth latches on, I’m lost. There’s no time to breathe, no time to think. My only option is to revel in this feeling and lose myself to the pleasure he’s causing.
“I’ve had thoughts about this, Wren,” he murmurs. “Bad thoughts, terrible thoughts, but they all end so nicely.”
I feel myself being carried into the kitchen, my eyes remaining closed as he doesn’t take the time to stop his assault on my body. I’m dropped onto something hard—I’m assuming the dining table—and his lips find mine again.
“Couldn’t make it to the bedroom, huh?” I laugh breathlessly.
“I brought us right where we need to be.” In one swift move, his t-shirt is gone. “I was taught that you always eat at the table.”
God help me.
The smirk that stretches his lips is the definition of mischievous. Mix that with the uninterrupted view of strong shoulders, defined chest and lean muscle that covers his stomach, and I’m at his mercy. The visceral reaction that occurs between my thighs may for once be a problem that can be solved exactly how I dreamed it would be.
When he kisses me, he lowers us down until I’m lying on the table before him, a meal ready for him to devour. He grabs my legs, admiring the thin fabric of my knee-high boots.
“Would it be bad if I wanted you to put the boots back on after I take these jeans off of you?”
I lift an eyebrow in response and he mirrors the action. “Or, to make it easier, I can just rip the jeans off?”
“Oh, I bet you’d love that.”
“I bet you would too,” he retorts.
Slowly—almost painfully so—he undoes the boots, slipping each one off of my feet so seductively, his eyes never once leaving mine.
He trails his hands over my thighs, one finger drifting over that spot between my legs leaving me gasping. He finds my belt buckle, undoing it one-handed, the button on my jeans swiftly following.
Brown hair covering equally brown and wild eyes, Gus has my pants off in a heartbeat and I realize that I’m currently almost completely naked in front of him. Not just naked, but vulnerable, too. I spent so much time being worried about being emotionally vulnerable around August that I never felt the weight that came with being physically exposed. It’s something I haven’t done in a while. Sex wasn’t particularly something I was offering towards the end of my last relationship.
“Hey.” I look up at Gus as he speaks. “Stay with me, okay? The moment you want to stop, we stop.”
The reassurance calms me enough to relax my arms and legs, letting him fully see me. Goosebumps appear on my arm and I’m not entirely sure if it’s down to the cold or the feel of his eyes.
He lingers at the waistband of my underwear, seemingly waiting for permission. I let him take me lifting my hips as his answer, and his smirk tells me he’s read it loud and clear. My panties come off in one swift swoop. If this is what Gus can do with one arm, I don’t even want to know how sexy he would be with both of them in action.
He’s drinking me in, eyes as dark as the night outside.
He bends down until he’s up close and personal with me. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.”
The moment his mouth lands on me, I’m a bundle of nerves and joy. I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as wave after wave rolls through my entire body, wrapping me up in an overwhelming level of pleasure.
As his tongue flicks up and traces a circle around my clit, the entire world flips upside down. Colors become a fireworks display behind my eyes as he devours me, uses his tongue in such an expert fashion that I’m screaming, begging for him not to stop. I can see the stars in the night sky when he chuckles against me.
“So sweet,” he groans against me. “So goddamn sweet.”
“August, please.”
He’s back up, rushing to unbuckle his jeans whilst he leaves a trail of kisses anywhere he can reach.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
I nod quickly, too overwhelmed to use my words, to trust them. I decide that it’s my turn to do the exploring. It’s my turn to trace the contours of his body—the hard muscle, the clear-cut lines just above his jeans. This time I get to appreciate the smoothness of his skin, the feel of the ridges as I trace the tattoo inked into his chest.
I let my exploration lead me down, down, down, until I reach the freshly popped button of his pants. Insecurity makes me hesitate, makes me realize that it’s been a while since I last did anything like this. It’s been too long since I’ve felt the hard ridges of a man’s cock in my mouth. Am I out of practice?
Gus’s breathing becomes more and more shallow as he waits for me to make the move. His gaze is fierce but gentle, a reminder that if I want to stop, all I have to do is say. No questions, no double-checking, I know that Gus would just let it go immediately.
