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She’s a goddamn dream—round in all the right places, flawless skin, cinched waist flowing into the lush arc of her hips, plump and perky tits. And the most perfect fucking pussy—dark pink and glistening with a finely trimmed layer of espresso hair. All woman.
“Jesus,” I hiss. “You’re so fucking perfect. So beautiful, Celeste.” That’s all I manage before descending upon her to devour one breast and massage the other.
Her nails scrape into my scalp, her back bowed in pleasure, but that doesn’t prevent her from dropping a bomb. “This doesn’t change my plans. You know I still have to date those other guys, right?”
Not even debatable.
I sink my teeth into her nipple, my clipped, “Yep,” met with her sultry moan.
“With the intent of marriage,” she tacks on, breathless.
Never gonna happen. “Uh-huh.”
“Okay.” She pants. “Maybe that’s the explanation.”
Oh fuck, she needs to shut the hell up. I move up her body, clamp her wrists above her head, and capture her lips, but curiosity gets the best of me, so I free her mouth to explore her neck. Cashmere and wildflowers leaking out of her skin.
“Explanation?”
She nods and groans when I nip under her ear. “Yeah, there. Fuck. I love your mouth on me.” Writhing beneath me, she’s lost whatever bullshit she was about to spew, but I can’t let it go.
“Explanation,” I order as my fingers slide to her soaking cunt, plunging inside before swirling over her clit.
“Oh yeah.” She swallows a moan, pushing into my touch. “You appeal to the broken girl inside me, not the woman I’m meant to be.”
That’s a sentence I’ll be unpacking tomorrow, but now, I wantto stay in the moment, so I banish it. But she doesn’t fucking stop there.
“It’s best to remember what this is.”
Christ Almighty. I remove my hand from her clit, perching on my elbows to bracket her head with both arms. Body pinning hers to the cushion, I cease our frantic kisses, our ragged breaths mixing in a haze of wine and beer between us.
“What’s that, Carver?”
She laughs. Fuck, her laugh is sexy, especially now, airy between gasps. “A last hurrah.”
A last hurrah. I should love that answer. No strings. One night of sex with the vixen I’ve been dreaming about for seven fucking months.
“You came to the right guy then, Ace,” I tell her, and she sighs in relief, lips parting for us to resume. “Except one thing.” I grind my jean-clad steel cock against her naked pussy, her whimpers harmonizing with the babbling water beside us. “By the end of the night, I’ll be the taste on your lips, the beating in your chest, the goddamn breath in your lungs. The goodbye you can’t bear.”
She squirms beneath me, anger rushing to the surface of her skin, eyes fiery but unwilling to meet mine. “One night, Liam. A Sunday-brunch secret. That’s all I have.”
I snare her lower lip in my teeth, my hips moving ever so slightly to deliver torturous friction that will never suffice. “I wasn’t turning you down. I’ll take whatever you have to offer, baby. I just wanted you to know what you were in for.”
She quirks a professionally sculpted brow. “So cocky. You think you’ll accomplish all that in one night?”
“I know I will, Ace.”
“Fine,” she snipes with her irresistible game-on face. “Ready to have your cock ruined for all future women?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” My cheeks split so wide that the smile hurts. “Do your worst.”
She taps her index finger against her lips. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned it, Graves.”
I deserve that, so in lieu of a verbal response, I slink down her frame, paying homage to every voluptuous curve with a slow sprinkling of kisses. She can barely take it, hips lifting off the daybed, fingers threading into my hair to guide me. Desperate and wanton. She’ll be spending much of the night that way, on the brink, until the most phenomenal splattering of ecstasy detonates inside her.
Again and again.
Squeezing her ass to elevate her, I flatten my tongue over her clit with long, languid strokes before dipping inside her. “Damn, baby. You taste so fucking good, like candied apples.”
