Page 125 of The Perfect Wrong

She shifts in the seat, restless like she wants to fight it, but a few more licks do a lot of persuading.

I want her to feel my obsession.

I can’t keep my hands, my mouth, my goddamned mind off her.

She doesn’t know, but everything’s coming down like an avalanche inside me as I tongue fuck her pussy for the last time.

I’m not supposed to feel this ache, this boulder in my chest—much less say anything about it—and I won’t.

Not with words.

That’s why I use my mouth the only way I know how, growling as I push her pleasure higher.

Her clit slides between my teeth. I suck like it’s candy, sweeping my tongue over her bud faster.

Faster.

She drags her fingers through my hair with another delectable moan.

Goddamn, she needs this, and so do I.

I wonder if she’s about to draw blood.

Tonight, I’ll let her.

The only thing that matters right now is how loud she screams and how many people we wake up in their rooms before we’re done.

Hell, I want the entire city to hear—let the whole damn world know our dirty little secret.

“Chris...Chris...Chris!” She whispers my name like a mantra, more eager every time.

She’s so close I can’t help sending her over the edge.

Delia bites down to keep herself from filling the tinsel Vegas night with our music.

Not good enough.

I pop up, checking to make sure the chair can support our weight and vigor before I push between her legs.

Reaching for my pants, I reluctantly pull out a condom from its bundle of at least half a dozen for tonight.

She runs her hand over mine when she hears the foil crinkling.

“No. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you, Chris. All of you...”

My eyes laser-lock on her.

Shit, is she serious?

I study her, wondering if she is or if it’s just the raw emotion and the last shaking orgasm hijacking her lips.

“Last chance to take it back. I want that so fucking bad it could kill me. You let me in, there’s no chance I’m pulling out,” I say.

She deserves a fair warning before I do the unthinkable.

“Do it.”It’s a quiet, sensuous, dick-grabbing whisper, a plea wrapped in sheer desperation.

My hips connect with hers, hard and focused.

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