Page 300 of Eternal
She paused as I put her on the counter.
The silence cracked her, and she huffed a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Why do I kind of like knowing that?”
I kissed the corner of her mouth, a slow smile stretching across my face. “Because you’re like me.”
She stared at me, then snorted. “Nasty?”
“Hungry,” I corrected, my lips at her ear now. “And you’re still leaking on my arm, partner. You're gonna make me beg, or feed me?”
She tilted her head, deadpan. “You’re tiring.”
“I’mstarving.”
She gave me that smile that meant trouble. “Get yourself your meal then.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her properly, one brow raised. “The sweetest dessert.”
“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, shoving at my chest. “You’re so stupid.”
“But you’re still spread open on my counter,” I whispered, kissing her collarbone now. “So, either stop me… or let me keep being stupid.”
She sucked in a breath, her voice lower now, rougher. “Don’t stop.”
“Didn’t plan to.”
She didn’t cover herself. She let me look.
I kissed her stomach, her ribs, the inside of her thigh. Her skin. Everywhere. She shivered under my mouth.
I looked up, catching her eye, my voice rough. “You’re so beautiful.”
She just pulled my hair so I could kiss her again.
Her hands were on my jaw now, guiding my mouth up her body. She was smiling, genuinely, dangerously. “You’re really going to make a mess on this counter?” she whispered, wrapping her legs tighter around me.
I grinned into her skin. “You’re the one who’s gonna mess it out, actually.”
She actually laughed, loud and real, and then she tilted her head back, eyes closed. “Don’t make it sweet. Just make it good.”
I gripped her thighs, bit gently at her hip. “Anything for you.”
Her breath hitched as I lowered my mouth again, this time without teasing.
She was already trembling when I kissed her inner thigh, and her hands slid into my hair like she owned me. Maybe she did.
“Told you I was hungry,” I murmured, dragging my tongue along her skin without giving her what she wanted just yet.
She let out a half-groan, half-laugh. “You’re talking too much. More tongue, Damir…”
“I’m working,” I said, then sucked a bruise into the top of her thigh.
She tugged my hair. “Work faster.”
I looked up at her from between her legs, lips curled. “Bossy.”
“Hungry too, apparently.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice rough. “Apparently.”
