Page 91 of Lucky Shot
“Graceful enough that you want to come with me to the rink today?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He chuckles softly, places another kiss on my lips, and leans back to look at me. “Aidan’s coming back tonight, but I thought we could hang today. I need to get in a workout, and you can write.”
I have a feeling I’ll be too distracted to be productive, but I can work tonight.
“Yes. I’d love that. I just need a few minutes to shower and get ready.”
He nods, then tugs the blanket around me until it falls open. The cool air hits my skin and my nipples pebble.
“It sounds like you’re in a hurry.”
“Nope.” I shake my head adamantly. “Definitely not.”
“Good. You need to eat something first.”
I’m so surprised, I burst out into laughter. I’m naked on the counter and the man is talking about food. He reaches over and plucks a strawberry out of the container, then brings it up to my mouth.
I bite into it and the sweet juices fill my mouth. I guess he’s not that patient either because he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. Our kisses are sweet and sticky, and it isn’t long before the air crackles around us again. If I had any concerns that last night was a fever dream and the chemistry between was a fluke, they’re gone now.
My body hums with pleasure even before his head dips and spreads my legs wider.
“Fuck, Red. You’re dripping.” He brushes two fingers along my slit, dipping inside slowly as my cunt squeezes around him.
I should probably be embarrassed at how wet I am this quickly, but it’s all his fault. Everything he does turns me on. Even his grumpy, jaw clenching—though he’s done a lot less of that lately.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” I say, already breathless and needy for more.
Almost as if reading my thoughts, he adds another finger. My cunt twinges, protesting slightly at the intrusion. It’s too much and not enough.
“Holy shit. How are you so good at this, Galaxy?” I ask, then mutter, “Never mind. Don’t tell me.”
With a laugh, he eases out, going back to two, but bringing his mouth to my clit. Every nerve ending lights up as he teases me with soft, gentle flicks of his tongue. “It’s not ever been like this, Red. I can tell you that.”
It’s reassuring, in a way, to know that I’m not the only one way out of my depth here. Sex with other people has been good, but this is next-level. If sexual soulmates are a thing, I think I just met mine.
My attempts to lift my hips to get more friction are met with a quiet chuckle against my skin and a tighter grip on my legs. As soon as I relax, giving over control to him, Nick gives me the pressure I was searching for. His fingers fuck me at a steady pace as he lavishes my clit with licks and sucks that have me soaring so quickly.
He nips my inner thigh, a gentle reminder that has me smiling as I look at him.
“Always needing an audience,” I quip, but my sass lasts only as long as it takes him to find my clit again.
I grip the counter with my left hand and tangle the fingers of my right in his hair. It’s thick and soft, the ends still damp. Last night his beard scraped against my skin in the most delicious way, but his smooth cheek gives me a great view of his dimples as he grins up at me like a man who knows he’s about to give me another top three orgasm.
The only problem is him smiling at me means he isn’t using that gorgeous mouth for other things.
“Oh, god, don’t stop,” I beg and tug his head back exactly where I want it.
He hums what might be agreement before he grazes his teeth over me and pumps his fingers faster. I’m almost frantic in my need for him. Him eating me out on the kitchen counter mightbe the hottest moment of my life, and the way he groans like he’s enjoying it as much as I am is too much. The next low hum vibrates against my sensitive flesh and sends me over the edge.
My legs are shaky as he releases them and stretches tall with a wide, pleased smile.
He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, but the cocky grin remains. “Ready?”
“For what?”
