Page 69 of Take This Heart
“Uh-uh-uh,” she tsks. “That wasn’t a truth or a dare, so I’m afraid I can’t.”
“Okay, I dare you to come here and set my smirk on fire.”
She pretends to contemplate it and shakes her head. “I’m pretty sure it’s the alcohol talking, and besides, I don’t want to disturb Kevin.”
“Not the alcohol talking,” I say, despite feeling a little intoxicated just by being near her.
I stand up with Kevin and take two long strides inside. Goldie’s stare heats me even through the window. I place Kevin carefully in his little bed by the couch, and when his eyes open, I tuck the blanket Goldie bought around him. His eyes drift closed again, and I walk outside and stand in front of Goldie. I hold out my hand and she takes it, standing up when I give her the slightest tug. Her look is shy and compliant and my body aches for her. I’m not thinkingbeyond this moment and my nearly constant desire to kiss her.
Why do we need to have anything else figured out?
She surprises me by leaning up and kissing me, and it’sso good.
She pulls away, looking dazed, and I protest. “Please don’t stop.”
“I can’t be thinking clearly because I don’t want to stop,” she whispers.
“Come here.” I pull her face toward me, both hands on her soft cheeks, and we inhale each other.
She tastes like everything I want. Sweet and wild and just right. Her fingers curl in the front of my shirt and I lift her slightly, moving us until her back is against the house, and we kiss like we were created for this one thing.
The wind picks up and whips her hair around us and we never stop kissing. I want to do this all night long.
She pulls me even closer, her hands greedy, and I chase her whimpers. When I hike her leg over my thigh, she grinds against me, hot and reckless. My body shudders, my stomach bottoming out—thiswoman…she has an effect on every part of me. I want her like I want air and water andlife. I need her. I thrust into her and she gasps, arching back. It’s heaven and torment—I can’t get close enough to her, and the sound she makes is so filthy, I nearly lose it.
“Goldie,” I breathe, catching my breath, my forehead against hers. “I need to touch you.”
Her eyes are heavy, her lips puffy. Her breath is warm against my jaw when she whispers, “Please.”
I set her down and drop to my knees like I’ve wanted to do since the night I met her. I don’t know how she managed to own me from night one, but she has.
I look up at her and she gasps when I hook my fingersinto her waistband and tug. The look on her face is pure wonder and I’d love nothing more than to have her look at me this way all the time.
Good God, the thoughts I have about this woman are unhinged. I don’t let myself dwell on them very long. I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, slow and reverent, and enjoy the way she trembles under my touch. When I shift her panties to the side and finally put my mouth on her, her fingers tangle in my hair like she’s holding on for dear life. I swipe my tongue over her, and the moan she makes is long and so sexy, it hits me right in the chest.
I want to be the one to make her unravel.
I lick and suck and tease, every move deliberate. Her sounds will be embedded forever in my memory. She whispers my name over and over, like a prayer, and it’s how I will hear it from now on.
I drag my tongue across her and then dip inside with precision, my flicks going faster as she shudders against me. Her sounds and the way she bucks against my mouth spur me on. My finger dips inside of her and she arches into me. I’m desperate to make her feel so good that she never looks at anyone else again.
Am I wrong to want that? Probably. But you think I care about being right?
She fists my hair, panting, a mess above me and strung so tight that she’s about to break. And God help me, so am I. She looks so beautiful I can’t think straight.
She tastes likemine.
Mine, mine, mine.
“Milo—oh my God, Milo, don’t stop—please—” she groans.
My lips drag against her as I add another finger, and another, deeper, faster, giving her everything she’ll take.
She’s close. I can feel it. My body is as taut as hers, my dick begging to reach out and touch her. Every plea she makes drives me harder. I clutch her ass with my other hand, holding her steady—I could spend days worshipping that ass—and when I suck just right, her entire body arches into me.
Her cries split the air, raw and perfect.
I hold her through it, feeling her fall apart against me. My fingers slow and my mouth softens when she collapses against the house. I press a kiss on each of her thighs, then rest my forehead there, catching my breath.
