“Open for me,” I murmur, pressing her thighs wider apart to make room for myself. Mable’s cheeks are flushed more thanthey have ever been, but she doesn’t look or shy away. She watches me, and I want those eyes on me. I want her to see what I can give her.
The first taste of her makes my head spin. She’s sweet and ripe and completely going to be my undoing. Any control that I’ve mastered is quickly vanishing. I lick her slowly, from bottom to top, not wanting to miss any part of her. I circle her sensitive clit with my tongue, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
My girl is a hair trigger away. Like she’s been saving it all up just for me, and I’m going to feast on all of it. I grip her hips, pinning her back down to the bed. I want to go slower, be gentler, but I just can’t. The need for her is too immense and pressing down on me.
I bury my face in her pussy.
I lick and suck and tease, learning what she likes, what makes her gasp, and what makes her fingers tighten her grip in my hair to the point of almost pain. I work her with my tongue, steady and relentless, while I slowly insert one finger into her tightness.
I groan against her, thinking about my cock being there. She’s so tiny and tight; I don’t know how I’ll ever fit. The thought that no one has ever touched her here, that I’m the first—it makes me wild.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she pants, her hips moving now, seeking more. “Wells, I—I think something is, oh, I’m going to…”
“Let go,” I tell her, and I suck her clit into my mouth hard, my tongue flicking back and forth.
She comes with a cry, her whole body arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head. I don’t stop. I can’t. I keep licking her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking and pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I lift my head, licking my lips, wanting every drop of her sweetness I can get.
She’s gorgeous like this—flushed and completely undone, her hair spread across the pillow, crawling up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her throat.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off.
“Just the beginning,” I promise, and I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
I settle my weight over her, careful not to crush her, and I can feel her heat against me even through my clothes. I’m hard and aching in ways I’ve never felt before. But this isn’t about me. This is about her. About showing her what she does to me and what I can do to her.
I grind against her, slow and deliberate, and she gasps, feeling me through my pants. I want her to feel how worked up she’s gotten me. Boring and dull, my ass.
“Wells...” I can’t help but love that she has a nickname for me.
“Not tonight,” I say against her mouth, though it nearly kills me. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her because she needs to hear it, because I need to say it. “So perfect. So mine.”
She doesn’t correct me. I kiss her forehead, her eyelids, and her mouth before I pull her to my side, holding her close with her head on my chest.
I’m still hard, throbbing with need, but I ignore it. This is enough. More than enough.
“Caldwell,” she whispers, her voice drowsy. “That was... I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I kiss her hair. “Me either.”
She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes wide. “Really?”
“Really,” I say, tucking her back against me.
She falls asleep in my arms, her breathing even and soft, and I stare at the ceiling, counting the hours until I have to tell her the truth.
The guilt is a heavy weight on my chest. She thinks this is just vacation magic, something she’ll leave behind when she goes back to her library and her careful plans.
She has no idea I’m already planning how to keep her. I’ll build her her own library if I have to.
Chapter Seven
MABLE
Asmall sigh leaves me as I start to wake. I reach across the cool sheets, expecting to find him, and my hand comes back with nothing. For a brief moment, I wonder if it was all a dream, but then I smell him.
Sandalwood and salt and something more masculine and darker. I bury my face in his pillow and inhale, and my whole body flushes and tingles with the memory of what he did to me. How he kissed every inch of me like he couldn’t help himself. So much so that he woke me in the middle of the night, his mouth already between my legs, his hands pinning my hips to the mattress, making me come apart again before I was even fully awake.
