Page 52 of Quietly Falling
With him.
Tears flood my eyes as I lean down and press a kiss to every inch of the scar, to the raised skin that brands him to the horrors of his past. His hand tangles in my hair, his body tensing and flexing as I continue my descent. He needs this.
And I do too.
Bodhi hisses as I lick along the V of his abs, undoing his belt and popping the button free. My mouth waters as I drag the zipper down, his erection hard, a wet spot already visible on his boxer briefs.
Yum.
Taking my time, I hook my fingers in the fabric, pulling everything down his thighs before I stop and look at him.
“You were sleeping in jeans.”
“Habit.”
He’d fallen into bed in the hotel like that too, but I’d written it off as him needing rest after taking his medicine.
“No more jeans,” I tell him, his lips curving up on one side as I drop his clothes off the side of the bed.
“That right?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum as I lower my mouth and swipe my tongue up the length of his cock.
“Fuck,” he curses, low and throaty, “it’s been a long time and I?—”
“Good. I licked it, so it’s mine,” I tell him as I suck the head into my mouth and swallow him down. He curses again, one hand fisting the pillow under him and the other surprisingly gentle in my hair.
The grunts and growls that escape that wicked mouth have me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and I can’t resist slipping my fingers into my panties to play with my clit as I fist and suck him harder.
“Are you… Jesus, Ella, fuck.”
I feel the desire in those words wrap around me, making me moan around him as his hips buck and his cock hits the back of my throat. He’s shaking, his orgasm so close, andGod, do I want it.
“Ella… I can’t… you have to—” He tries to pull back, like he has any chance of depriving me the victory of his release.
Hot spurts of cum paint the back of my throat as he comes on a mangled cry, like he didn’t want to be loud but couldn’t help it. The sound pushes me so far over the edge that stars dance behind my eyelids as I swallow and release him before crying out. My hand grips his thigh for support as I savor the last few seconds, bringing myself back down to earth and beyond sated.
“Come here.” Bodhi’s voice is harsh as he hauls me up his body and kisses me hard. “You’re overdressed.”
“Then why don’t you do something about it…” I taunt.
And he does.
Hesodoes.
25
BODHI
Ishouldn’t be surprised that the best nights’ sleep I’ve ever had are the ones with Ella in my arms. She squeaks and shimmies as she stretches against me, my T-shirt covering her tight little body.
My shirt.
I’ve never had a woman in my clothes before so I didn’t get it—the way Sorren looks at Rhea with possession that’s borderline feral when she comes in wearing something of his.
But I get it now.
And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give it up.
