He blew out a breath. It was slow despite the rapid way his eyes seemed to be moving over me, taking in every inch of my body on the bed before him, as though trying to determine if I were real.
“Fine,” he grunted as his eyes made their way lower…and lower. I could feel them, eliciting heat beneath my skin. I burned in a way I hadn’t experienced insolong. “But you’re going to have to tell me where I can’t kiss. Because I’d already made a lot of plans in my head involving my mouth between your legs.”
“You made plans? In the last…what? Five minutes?”
“Sure, something like that.”
I choked on air but somehow managed to get out, “Fine. Yeah, that’s acceptable.”
Sully’s gaze snapped to mine. “Acceptable? You think whatever I’m going to do with my mouth between your legs isacceptable?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Acceptable,” Sully scoffed again, more to himself than anyone. He shook his head, scrubbing his jaw. I wondered if there was any stubble on it. Wondered if I’d feel it scrape my thighs.
He dropped to his knees, then, his large hands encasing my hips, yanking them to the edge of the bed. A familiar thrill zapped my coreas my dress bunched beneath me. Within seconds, Sully pushed it the rest of the way up, until the silky fabric was around my waist, and I was bare except for my underwear. I tried not to feel self-conscious, especially as Sully settled between my legs…and stared.
Heat worked up my body, sending a flush across my chest, neck, cheeks. Thank God for the dark room.
“Sawyer,” I breathed, squirming a little. I couldfeelmyself getting wetter from the weight of his stare, the intoxication of his proximity, and the swirl of his cologne in the air. His eyes darkened like he could tell, but I didn’t want him to feel, I don’t know,obligatedin any way. “You don’t have to?—”
“Don’t do that,” he muttered without looking away.
“What?”
“Pretend you don’t know how much I fucking love eating pussy.”
His eyes flicked to mine for the briefest moment, and I felt paralyzed by it.
Oh,God. This was a mistake, wasn’t it? This was absolutely a mistake, and I should tell him to?—
“I thought lace underwear irritated your bikini line,” he said, sliding a finger beneath the opposing lace and yanking it to the side. I gasped when his knuckle grazed my clit and had to work to catch my breath before I could answer.
“It does.”
He dragged his gaze away from my core to scowl at me.
“Then why are you wearing it?”
“Because it’s cute.”
My answer didn’t appease him, and before I knew it, my underwear was ripped off me, and pieces of lace littered the ground.
“Sawyer,” I groaned. “You can’t just…dothat.”
“I’ll get you new ones. Better ones.”
“No. You’re not buying me underwear when we’re not even?—”
My words vanished as Sully spread my thighs wide, dropped his head between my legs, and swirled his tongue around my clit.
Our groans were simultaneous, so in sync, sparking that familiar feeling of kismet. Like him and I—we were meant for something. Weshould havebeen meant for something with the way we moved like we were one.
Dropping my head back, I squeezed my eyes shut as Sully dragged his tongue through my pussy, exploring me like it was his first time. I felt the tiniest hint of soft stubble graze my inner thighs, and I was inheaven.
“Not even what, El?” he growled, sending vibrations rocketing through me. “Don’t tell me what we’re not when my tongue is inside you. Fuck, you taste?—”
He didn’t finish his sentence, instead sucking my clit into his mouth, making my hips shoot off the bed and my eyes fly open.
