Page 124 of The Photograph

Nodding, she twists her mouth. “I’ve practiced on a banana. Many bananas, in fact, and it always worked. But you’re a lot thicker, so—”

I bury my face in the crook of her shoulder and howl in laughter. Still laughing, I wrap my hand around her nape and kiss the tip of her nose. “Baby, it’s not the insult you think it is, but I’ll take the blame.”

“So you should,” she whispers. She locks her golden gaze onto mine and my chest expands. “Gabe?”

“Yes, baby.”

She takes my wrist and lowers our joined hands between us to place my hand on her sex.

“Touch me here.”

My breath rushes out, my heart races, and I stare into her eyes. Slowly, I shift our position so she’s on her back. Her body is relaxed, and her smile is sensual. I kneel between her legs to slide her panties down her legs. My eyes never leaving hers, I lay down by her side and set my palm on the soft skin of her belly. She presses into my hand as she brushes her fingertips on my mouth.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

Aelin.My entire being focused on hers, I explore the silky, hot recesses of her sex with gentle fingers, listening to her breath, looking for any sign of discomfort on her face. When the pad of my thumb grazes her clit, her breathing deepens while her mouth slackens, and I kiss her.

She’s wet, hot. So fucking sexy.

Pulling back slightly, I watch the flush of pleasure rise from her chest to her face and caress her in firmer strokes. She bites on her bottom lip while her neck arches back.

“Okay, baby?”

Aelin grips my arm and rocks against my hand. “Yes … this is so … oh…” She throws her head back and moans.

“Look at me, baby. I need your eyes on me.”

When she does, I push the heel of my hand on her clit, slide two fingers inside her and move slowly. I claim her mouth again, and she clenches on my fingers.

Her panted whimpers against my mouth, her flushed face make my cock desperate for the feel of her. She digs her nails in my side, locks my hand between her legs while her slick flesh sucks on my fingers.

“Gabe… Oh, God … Gabe.”

Fuck yes.Shaking with need, I reach for a rubber.

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I step out of the bedroom and stop “What are you doing?”

Aelin’s hair flies over her shoulder as she glances up. Sitting back on her haunches, she curls her fingers on her knees and beams at me.

“I’m failing at packing up without waking you up.”

I don’t want you to go.I pull her on her feet and against me. Her luminous eyes soften, and I hold her tighter while she touches the side of my neck. “What’s wrong?”

You’re leaving and I haven’t had enough of you.I cup the nape of the infuriating, adorable woman who’s packing up in the middle of the fucking night and take her mouth.

When she slants back, I wrap her closer. “You’re leaving?”

She brushes her fingertips between my brows, and her touch is so tender, my anger melts. Some. “Yes, I need to pick up some deliveries from Uxbridge and Vania’s expecting me around lunchtime.”

My voice comes out rough. “Baby, it’s 10:00. Stay and I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

Her arms loop around my neck and she rolls on her toes. “I’ve had such an incredible time with you.”

I want more.I touch my forehead to hers. “You should have woken me up.”

Her smile turns cute. “You looked so peaceful. And If I had, we… I would have been distracted.”

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