Page 26 of A Forbidden Spring
Backing her against the wall, I kneel in front of her, hooking one knee over my shoulder and spreading her pussy wide with my fingers. She’s so damn sexy, her slit glistening with a mixture of water and her arousal, and I can’t wait to lick my fill.
Dragging my stubble over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, I relish in the way she gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth before lapping at it with my tongue.
“I love the way you taste,” I tell her as my hands knead her ass. Her grip tightens in my hair as she rocks and mewls, chasing the release she so desperately needs.
Pushing forward, I wedge my shoulder under her other leg. She yelps, her body suspended with just the wall and my hands for support.
But I won’t drop her.
No chance in hell.
Before she can argue, I bury my face between her thighs and feast like a starved man—licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue as she thrashes against me.
“Merrick!” My name echoes through the space as her orgasm rips through her, heels digging into my back and fingers yanking my hair. I don’t let up until she’s gone limp, her body sagging against the stone.
Easing her down one leg at a time, I press a kiss to her toned belly before standing, my dick dragging over her skin as I do.
“Feel better?” I rasp, pressing my palms against the stone so I’m not tempted to reach for her.
“It’s a start.”
“A start? The wall is holding you up, baby.” My grin isveryself-satisfied as she lifts one shoulder.
“I haven’t had your dick yet. I mean, the orgasm was good but it wasn’t vision blurry, forget my own name good.” The chuckle that rumbles through my chest is cut off when her palm wraps around my length, squeezing and stroking until I’m leaking from the tip. “Bend me over the vanity so I can watch our reflection as you fuck me.”
The command is a seductive purr, fire in her eyes as she turns off the water.
Welcome back, Hellcat. Welcome back.
16
WREN
Ididn’t heed my own warning.
My boycott of Merrick Ellis lasted all of a few days. It’d been harder than I thought to stay away, and after all the noise had quieted, I knew I didn’twantto stay away—my heart be damned.
Because Merrick isn’t just the guy who steals my breath and rearranges my organs; he’s sweet and tender, washing my hair and making me dinner. He’s professional at work and absolutely insatiable the second we’re alone.
Over the past two weeks, we’d only spent a couple of nights apart. He’d whined that he could no longer sleep without being wrapped around me, but more likely than not, he liked holding my boob as he floated off to dreamland.
Such a guy.
Shaking my head, I wait as Merrick locks the door to Mountain Side, my breath visible in the air as I scan the parking lot.
And freeze.
“Wren, who the hell is that?” Merrick’s voice is low and menacing, jealousy unapologetically laced in his tone, his eyes landing on the shadowy figure leaning against my car the same time mine do.
But I don’t answer him, because something about the way my brother is perched against the driver’s side has me halfway down the steps. “Beau?”
“Your boyfriend looks pissed,” he mutters as I throw myself into his arms.
He hugs me back, his embrace tight, and I swear I can feel the way his heart pounds in his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
