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Pulling off with a pop, I blow on her sensitive peak before turning to the other side. Fallon is panting as she pushes her chest out toward my assault. Her head has fallen back against the top of the chair, and she’s moaning and writhing as she looks for the friction she’s desperate for.
“Please, Otto.”
“Please what?” I say after giving her nipple one more swirl with my tongue.
“It only feels like this with you. Please, I…I…I need you to make me come.”
She slams her eyes shut like saying the words revealed too much of herself. But this is what I wanted, right? Her completely at my mercy?
I push the uncertainty down as one hand continues the work my mouth was doing on her breast, while the other finds her absolutely dripping for me. The groan I swallow is almost painful in its intensity.
My thumb finds her clit while I slide two fingers inside her. She thrashes against her restrained position, and I feel thesecondthe orgasm hits her. Her walls are a vise grip around my fingers, but I don’t let up. I can’t. She’s so fucking beautiful as she moans and milks every ounce of pleasure she can from me.
When she stills, I pull her body gently into mine. I unhook her legs from the bottom of the chair before lifting her into my arms. Her eyes are glazed but still filled with lust as she slants her lips over mine.
She’s demanding in her kiss, sucking and nipping at me until I have one arm braced against her back and my other hand tangled in her hair. Her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist as she plunders my mouth with her tongue. She’s no longer the gentle, exploratory girl from that day in the field.
She’s not even the body-conscious woman from the other night.
No, now she’s this fucking goddess that will completely destroy me when she leaves again.
I know I won’t survive her, but I can’t stop.
My legs meet the side of the bed and I lay her down gently. An impatient little sound escapes from her, and it makes me chuckle. Unwrapping her legs from my back, I take one ankle in my hand and kiss the skin there. It’s angry and red from being pressed into the chair, and guilt washes over me. Peppering kisses over her skin, I massage all the way up her leg before switching to the other side.
Her breathing has slowed, but it’s still elevated as she watches me. The tension between us is still there but it’s also shifted into something…else. Before I can analyze it any further, I have her legs thrown over my shoulders and my face buried in her folds.
She tastes fucking delicious. A part of me always knew that she’d be this intoxicating, this addictive. It’s a heady sensation and one I can’t ignore.
“Oh God, Otto, yes!” she cries out over and over as I devour her. Her back arches off the mattress as her hips grind against my face.
I could die like this, and Case would have my tombstone engraved with, “He went out with a smile on his face,” because damn if that isn’t the God’s honest truth.
“Holy shit.”
Fallon’s hoarse whisper cuts through my daydream. I smile and place a gentle kiss against her center before crawling up her body.
Bracing myself over her, I bury my face in her neck and inhale. She still smells like fresh-cut flowers, and while it’s made me want to rage over the years, right now in this moment I feel home. One of her hands is playing with my hair while the other runs up and down my back. I can’t let her in like this, but it feels too damn good.
My cock must think so too, because it rocks against her and she gasps, whether from how hard I am or how sensitive she is, I have no idea.
“You need this,” she whispers against my ear and I nod. Everything feels so raw and exposed, so I don’t look at her. I clutch at her and focus on how small she feels under me. I focus on how her heartbeat is in sync with mine, and I try to force some emotion back in the fucking box it’s been locked in.
“Take me, Otto.”
When I don’t move, she works her hands between us and uses her legs to push my jeans and boxer briefs down my body. I pull my shirt over my head and then trail kisses down her stomach as I undo each button on her dress.
I don’tmake love to herbut I don’t not make love to her either. The level of intensity doesn’t match the easy arrangement we’d agreed to, but I can’t help it.
This is what she does to me. Fallon has always driven me completely out of my mind, but being inside her makes it so much worse.
I’m unhinged and broken and somehow more at peace than I’ve been in years. I was kidding myself after the night of the concert. There was no protecting my heart—she’d never given it back in the first place.
11
FALLON
Iwake slowly to the sound of rain against the window and snuggle farther into the covers. Glancing at the clock, I embrace the last few minutes of quiet before Briggs wakes up.
