Page 134 of The Route to You

He let out a low, slow hum that was half-breath mixed with a groan. “Damn.”

“I couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about it.” She licked down his length, then up the other side. “Of licking you.” Her tongue returned to the head as her hand fisted around his base. “Sucking you.”

She opened her mouth, taking him in just a few inches. This time, his moan was something feral, as his hands settled in her hair. “Fuck,” he ground out.

Closing her mouth around him, she massaged his balls with gentle pressure, gripping lightly as she slid her other hand up and down his shaft, her tongue making slow circles around the head of his cock.

“I’m not going to last long like that,” he said, every word a clear struggle. “It’s . . . been a while.”

Drawing her head back, she smiled seductively, then reached over and grabbed her vibrator. “Since I couldn’t have you, this is what I did instead.” She lowered it between her legs, finding the sensitive spot of her clit.

She let her head drop back as the vibration jolted her senses. Breathily, she murmured, “I pretended this was your mouth against my pussy lips. And my clit. Sucking me. I imagined taking you in my mouth”—she moaned as her own orgasm started to build—“of your load dripping down my throat.”

Then she took him all the way in, holding his base with one hand firmly as her head bobbed over his cock, sliding him deeper and deeper each time. She rubbed the vibrator harder, her body rocking against it as he bucked his hips gently, fucking her mouth, his cock so deep she almost couldn’t take it.

As her orgasm broke, she shuddered, moaning against him, gripping his base tighter, losing control as she let the vibrator slip onto the shower floor.

That seemed to send him over the edge and he throbbed against her, cum hitting her tongue and throat hard.

She waited until he’d finished, then pulled away slowly and swallowed as she held his gaze and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Kyle watched her with a mixture of utter satisfaction and unrestrained admiration. “God damn , woman.” He reached for her, and she came up to rest against his chest, careful to set her weight against his right side.

She didn’t say anything, her body thoroughly wrecked.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, tracing a line up against her backside with his thumb. “But you’re right. I don’t think we can be just friends anymore.”

He hadn’t said how he wanted to define them—or that he loved her.

But one thing at a time.

One thing she was certain of? She was safe with this man.

I always was.

She laughed and settled her cheek against his heart, content and satiated. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m good with that. We can figure it out as it comes to us.”

The smell of soap filled the air, and the soft sound of the water splashing around her gave her a sense of calm that came from deep within. A calm she hadn’t experienced for a long time.

This was much, much better anyway.

34

KYLE

Morning had come way too fast, and the three-and-a-half hours of sleep Kyle had gotten weren’t nearly enough to make him feel functional.

Still, as his phone alarm vibrated on the nightstand, he turned it off, checking to see if it had woken Sloan beside him. She was curled toward him, head resting comfortably against the edge of his pillow, lips parted ever so slightly.

Who would have thought that pretty mouth had such a deliciously filthy side too?

He resisted the urge to wake her and slid out of bed soundlessly, grabbing his phone and shorts. The dogs followed him as he left the room, clearly ready to go out, and he made a pit stop at his bedroom and donned a hoodie.

On his way to the back slider, he grabbed a cookie from the rack in the kitchen. Charlie hopped up, setting her front paws on the counter and he knocked her down with a shake of his head. “These are mine,” he said, moving the rack to the top of the fridge. He’d transfer them to a bag later.

After letting out the dogs and making a cup of coffee, he made his way to the dining room—still mostly empty, save for a round table with four chairs he’d convinced Sloan to let him grab from his storage unit. Not nearly the right size for this space, but a proper table, at least.

They’d both been so busy that furniture seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the priority list lately.