Page 31 of Quietly Falling
Almost.
I want him everywhere, his cologne sultry and masculine and so delicious I want to lick him and see if I can drive him as crazy as he’s making me with barely a touch.
The plea is on the tip of my tongue when his hand slides under my panties, his fingers circling my clit, teasing my folds and dipping inside where I want him most.
“Ah!” I cry out, my back bowing off the mattress as he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth—all of it just not enough when my body is begging for release.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, the sound making little goose bumps erupt all over my skin. “It’s so good. I bet you taste good too.”
I squeeze my eyelids shut as he curls his fingers inside me, the sensation building so fast I can barely breathe.
My response is something incoherent, my sole focus on getting a running start and propelling myself over the edge. He must sense it too because he works mejust rightand my orgasm detonates, the pleasure like a glass shattering into a thousand pieces, suspended in the air before crashing to the floor.
I buck against his hand, writhing beneath him as he watches me come apart, his gaze almost feral, desire and need fighting for control.
“You needed that, didn’t you?” he croons, his movements lazy as I come down from the high. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I blink, surprised, my cheeks heating at the compliment.
Thepraise.
Oh yes, more of that, please.
“I did need that,” I tell him, reaching for his belt but stopping when he shakes his head.
“Let’s go grab something to eat.”
“But—”
The single word spoken like a petulant child has him pressing a hard kiss to my lips, his tongue battling against mine as I try desperately to get him to give memore.
“I’m hungry,” he admits, nipping at my bottom lip as he pulls back. “I need to eat before I crash again.”
“So, this is like a nap intermission?”
“Yes.” He chuckles and I pout because he’s rock hard against my leg and I want it.
Badly.
“I can be quick,” I tell him, my frown deepening when he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed to stand.
“I can’t…not tonight.”
“Okay,” I concede, holding on to the hope thatnot tonightisn’t a complete no. “Just give me a minute and then we can go.”
* * *
The diner is nearlyempty at this hour, but it’s not the weather or the time that has me shredding what’s left of my napkin, a nervous habit I’ve had since I was a kid.
“Stop staring; I’m fine,” Bodhi says, his spoon halfway to his mouth. The waitress had reheated the half-eaten bowl of soup when she circled back around after she’d already cleared my plate.
“Don’t be so adorable and I won’t stare,” I shoot back, making him snort as he dunks a cracker into the broth and pops it into his mouth.
“You got a little something.” He points at the corner of my mouth and I gasp, my fingertips trying to wipe away…nothing.
He grins and I can’t be upset because the man is so incredibly handsome, and a smile from him is so rare all I can do is savor it.
And toss the little balled piece of straw wrapper at him.
