Page 117 of Out on a Limb
But right now, all I could focus on was where he touched me.
I should be more than satisfied. Hell, I shouldn’t be able to walk straight after last night.
But here I was, hoping for a little something before we went to work.
“I think you might be impatientandgreedy.” One of his thumbs dragged across the nipple already puckered in anticipation. “Where’s your bra, Pickles?”
“Same place as my panties.” I’d hoped I could rush through a shower and find him still in my bed. Instead he was already up and in the kitchen, frying sausage and scrambling eggs.
His hand slid under the hem of my t-shirt. “Didn’t expect you to be such a morning person.”
“Now you know.” I bit my lip and closed my eyes as his fingers found my clit.
“Now I know.” He slid the spatula he held into my hand. “Stir the eggs.”
My eyes popped open. “What?”
But Andrew was already gone.
Not gone, gone.
Just not where he used to be.
Now he was on the ground, back against the island as he dragged me closer, pulling my body forward until I was close enough to reach the pans on the cooktop.
And he was close enough to reach me.
His hand gripped my ass as his tongue slid along my slit to find my already swollen clit.
He shoved one shoulder between my legs, spreading them wider.
I almost dropped the spatula as one finger slid inside me, working in time with his tongue.
These eggs were going to burn.
I grabbed the edge of the counter next to the cooktop as my legs threatened to buckle.
“Eggs.” He barely paused around the reminder.
“I can’t.” If I let go of the counter I was going to fall. And if I fell, I was going to smother Andrew with my vagina.
And he probably didn’t want that as much as he thought he did.
“You have to.” He stopped doing what he was doing. “Unless you want me to come stir the eggs.”
“No.” It came out short and sharp.
“Glad to hear that.”
I almost dropped when the heat of his mouth closed around my clit.
What in the hell had I gotten myself into?
He’d even warned me.
Remember that next time.
And here I was.
