Page 59 of Tied Up In Tinsel
“You were Ruby’s age, right?” I teased.
Annie nodded, embarrassed but glowing.
“If it’s too much, if you don’t have the time to take care of an animal, I understand. But if you’re saying it’s too much because you think you don’t deserve it—” I tipped her chin up, my thumb brushing her jaw. “That doesn’t fly with me.”
She stared at me like I’d hung the damn stars. Then, with a shaky sigh, she whispered, “You made the little girl inside me so happy. You brought her back to life. I didn’t even realize how much I missed her until today.”
I cupped her face fully, my thumb grazing the soft curve of her cheek. “She deserves to feel that spark again.Youdeserve tofeel it. No matter what this season’s stolen from you, Annie. You deserve joy. You deserve love.”
Her eyes glistened, her lips trembling just a little. Then she leaned in, pressing her forehead against mine, her breath a whisper between us.
“You make me feel that,” she said, voice hushed, trembling but certain.
Her hands found the edge of my towel, tugging at the fabric like she was testing me.
“Though I didn’t come up here to get all emotional,” she teased.
I hummed low in my throat, though her words struck deeper than she probably meant.
She’d shown me a flicker of herself just now, and I wanted every layer she tried to keep hidden. Annie was a chestnut that hadn’t been cracked. She didn’t spill herself open, and I didn’t blame her. If she needed to use my body to feel, to escape, to release—I’d give her that, and more.
“I wanted to show you my thanks,” she whispered.
Fuck. Me.
Annie glanced up at me through heavy lashes before sinking gracefully to her knees. My chest tightened as my cock swelled, hardening at how close her mouth was to me. I slid a hand into her hair, catching a few strands between my fingers, holding her there—not forcing, just needing the connection.
“I’m not going to tell you no,” I rasped, “but you don’t have to thank me this way.”
She tugged the towel loose, and I sprang free, thick and ready in front of her. She sat back on her heels, perfectly poised, her gaze locked on my length. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and I nearly lost it right there.
Her hand wrapped around me, slender fingers squeezing just right, sending a shock of pleasure ripping through me. Igroaned, my eyes fixed on the sight of her as she leaned forward, lips parting, and took me slowly into her mouth.
“You feel so fucking good,” I ground out at the first stroke of her tongue along the underside of my cock.
She took her time, savoring me. Every suck, every lick was deliberate, a dirty prayer of gratitude that had me fighting for control. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration traveling up my spine, shaking me to my bones.
Her pace stayed slow, sensual, like she wanted me undone inch by inch, until there was nothing left but need. My spine was rigid, muscles locked as I watched her bob along my length, taking me deeper, hollowing her cheeks with every pull.
“That’s it. That’s right, baby. Suck me,” I growled, my hand tightening in her hair.
Her eyes flicked up to mine as she pulled off with a wet pop, lips glistening, chest rising in shallow breaths. She smirked, then dove back down on me, hungrier this time.
“How do I taste?” I asked, my voice shredded with lust.
She muttered against me, her words muffled but clear enough: “So good.”
Her lips wrapped around me again, hot and wet, and I nearly buckled at the sight of her on her knees, giving herself over to this. To me.
She stroked me with one hand, mouth sliding down as far as she could take, tongue dragging slow and deliberate along the underside of my cock. My head tipped back for a second, a groan tearing loose from my chest, before I forced my eyes open again. No way in hell was I missing this.
“Christ… you’re killing me.” My hand threaded into her hair, gripping tight, guiding her pace as she set a rhythm meant to undo me.
Her gaze flicked up through those hooded lashes, cheeks hollowing as she sucked me deep, and my control snapped another inch.
“You love this, don’t you? My cock in your mouth.”
She moaned around me in answer, the sound vibrating through my length. Her other hand came up, cupping my balls, rolling them lightly as she swallowed me down again. My hips thrust, unbidden, chasing the heat of her throat.
