I lowered my mouth to graze over her ribs and to her hip before I turned her over, urging her up the bed and stopping her when she was on her knees. She looked over her shoulder, those siren green eyes slumberous with need.
I trailed my tongue down the cleft of her ass to where she was still swollen from me. From where I’d taken her so roughly and without reciprocal care. Where she’d given me everything. Here and now, I could worship her in the early afternoon sun.
I gently brought her to the edge again and again until she was spread out for my fingers and my tongue. Until she was curled forward on her knees reaching for the headboard for purchase, and I held her still to take more. To reward her unending generosity until my name echoed through the room.
I tasted the mix of us on my tongue and it was more intoxicating than any bourbon or fancy champagne.
“Atticus, please.”
Only then did I kneel behind her and slip inside. The sweet, groaning timbre of her voice that changed to a curse as I strokedinside of her again and again—slowly and methodically keeping the orgasm just out of reach.
Finally she threw a snarl over her shoulder. “Fuck me like you goddamn mean it.”
The sweet warmth was a wildfire flame as she pushed back on me, and finally I was seated so deep inside of her that all I could do was stretch over her and pin her down. Our fingers intertwined. No space. No air. No way she couldn’t know how much I needed her.
I released one of her hands and tucked it under her to stroke her where we were joined. Slick, swollen, used. “Can you come for me, baby?”
She was incoherent as she turned her face toward my voice. The angle of her hips gave me just enough space to give her the friction she finally needed. Her cries fueled me and the way she screamed my name as she clamped down on me, squeezing me so perfectly. I swallowed my name, tasting it on her tongue as I emptied myself inside of her again.
Her body shuddered as I pushed her to come one more time, my fingers dripping with both of us.
I collapse beside her, rolling us both onto our sides, her back to my front.
“Were you going for murder or something?” She gasped as she reached back for me with one arm. Her fingers tangling in my knotted curls.
I laughed and buried my face in her sweaty neck as I lightly stroked her swollen pussy. “No, but if you wanted one other?—”
She slapped my hand. “I’ll kick you right out of this bed.”
“Is that any way to talk to me after I made you come so sweetly?”
“Sweetly?” She laughed and groaned as I stroked up her sweat slick body to cup her breast. Her overstimulated bodyjerking when I touched her nipple. “Not sure I want to ever see you mean.”
I chuckled into her skin as we both slowly calmed our breathing and the air cooled on her heated skin. I kissed her temple after a while. “Thank you for listening to me.”
She turned in my arms to touch my face. “Thank you for letting me know you.” She stroked her thumb over my shorter beard, then up to my lips. “For trusting me.”
“I didn’t have any choice.”
Her brows lowered into a frown.
I leaned forward and kissed the wrinkles away. “I’m not going to lose you.”
“You aren’t going to lose me.”
“If I kept shutting you out eventually even you couldn’t be that patient. But I feel better with you knowing. I haven’t told anyone other than you.”
She sat up. “Wait. No one?”
I shook my head. “Who the hell would believe me?”
“Your editor? Your publisher? You’re not alone, Dutch.”
“It’s my word against his.” I pushed myself up to sit against the headboard. “I literally don’t have a single copy of the book in my hands.”
“The internet is forever.”
“Not if your best friend knows where every single copy of the book is. He even wiped out my external hard drive somehow.”
