Page 66 of Shifters Unifying
“Have you ever had sex in a kitchen?”
That coaxed another laugh from her, and she shook her head. “No, can’t say as I have.”
“Sounds like it’s time to remedy that.” Two steps brought me to the edge of the only counter space in the tiny house without an overhead cupboard, and I eased her onto the surface. She hissed with the shock of the chilled tile on her ass.
I gripped her waist before I moved to her breasts, one in each hand, brushing my thumbs over her peaks. “Too much? Too cold?”
Instead of answering, she clutched my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin, and dragged me closer. “You can warm me up.”
Lacing her fingers between mine, I moved her hands to the edge of the counter, placing one on each side of her. “You’re going to want to hold on,” I said, then crouched before her. “But I won’t let you fall.”
She grasped the edge but brought her thighs together. Even on the counter, I had to incline my head to reach her center. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my meal in the kitchen, and making sure you never forget,” I growled, slipping my hand between her knees. “Please? Let me?”
A moment later, she relaxed and opened her legs, displaying the glistening pink between her thighs. She bit her bottom lip as I leaned close and inhaled. A rush of blueberries and sage mixed with the feral scent of her sex, her arousal. So wet, so earthy. Every inch of her alluring, intoxicating. I pressed kisses to her inner thighs, inching closer to her center.My favorite place.
She squirmed on the edge, impatient with my careful delay.
Burying my face, I dragged the flat of my tongue over her sopping core, lapping at her slickness. Then using the tip, I flicked the bud hidden inside her mound, and she clenched, arching toward me. “Do you like that?”
Her hands tightened on the edge of the counter, so tight her knuckles turned white. “Don’t think I could ever get tired of it.”
“Good.” I lifted her legs, draping them over my shoulders before I went down on her again. Puckering my mouth around her clit, I hummed, deep and low, sending vibration through flesh. When I buzzed my lips, she jumped.
“Should I stop?” I murmured against her labia.
Her breath caught in her throat before whooshing from her. “No, no…” She breathed. “You’ve just never done that before.”
“Always room for improvement. Do you like it?”
“Oh, fuck, yes.” She guided my head back to her cleft, and another deep sigh slid out of her, as though she’d been waiting for me for a lifetime, the missing part of her.
“Lean back, my delicious love.”
She placed her hands on the counter behind her, and her head lolled to the side as a flush spread over her skin. Her rainbow hair cascaded over her chest, the ends curling around her breasts.
Slowly, I traced her folds and curves with my lips and my tongue, etching them into my memory, for the times apart, for the nights away.
Emma.I am lost without you.You are my home… forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
emma
No Man’s Land
You are my forever home.
His words reverberated in my thoughts, stirring the magic in my cells until a breeze moved through the cabin and colors danced in my mind. Freshly cut pine, high dollar cigars, and smoked whiskey… the scent of him filled ever space of my mind. His tongue worked against me, igniting my desire until I was certain he knew me as well as I knew myself.Maybe better by now.
In all of my life, I’d never thought sex could be like this, my orgasms would block out reality, and Logan provided it all, forcing me to care about nothing but him.
He gripped my hips and scooted me to the edge of the counter until my ass fell over the edge and nearly my whole weight rested on his broad, powerful shoulders. The hard surface of his muscles flexed. If he wanted, he could shatter my bones, break me in two. Instead, his tongue thrust into my center, splitting me, dipping deep inside, reaching farther than any other.
He gripped my ass, and his fingernails bit into my bottom. His thumb circled my tight sphincter, pressing gently, teasingly, while he reached for my breast with his free hand. He pinched my nipple, twisting, as he dragged me to the edge of explosion. All the while, his tongue worked frantically.
A wildfire coursed through me, meeting at the apex of my thighs in an inferno. Only one thing could put it out, only one thing would end my agony and give me the ecstasy I craved.
