Page 48 of The Mr. Right Checklist

“You know you can trust me, sunshine, or you wouldn’t be here. Can you make yourself come?”

She breathes harder, brows knitting as she nods.

“Then I promise you, I’ll get you there.” I kiss her then, deep and slow, tangling my hands in her hair the way I’ve already learned she likes. I kiss her until she goes soft and trusting in my arms, and then I slide one hand down her back, crushing her to me, kissing her longer and deeper, wanting to make up for all the assholes who ever made her feel like she wasn’t enough.

When our lips finally part, I tug off my T-shirt and kneel to take off her sneakers and blue polka-dot socks, which for some reason make me smile. I remove my sneakers and socks and rise to my feet, kissing her again as I unbutton her jeans. I strip them off, leaving on her yellow lace panties, giving her time to get used to being undressed with me. She’s all sleek, gentle curves and flushed skin, like a stunning, delicate bird. But the only thing delicate about this strong, feminine beauty is her tender heart, which, as I trail my hand along her waist, I vow to protect.

She watches me strip down to my boxer briefs and reaches for me. Our mouths come together in a soul-searing kiss that has us both moaning. I rain kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder, intent on finding the pleasure points I’m sure have been overlooked. I caress her breast and trail kisses down her arm, slowing to kiss the sensitive skin along the crook of her elbow. I’m rewarded with a hitch in her breathing. I continue kissing down to her wrist, earning more sensual noises. Clutching her hip with my other hand, I kiss her palm and draw her closer.

“Fletch,” she pants out.

“Pleasure points, baby.” I lower her hand and slide my fingers along the top of her thigh and the edge of her panties. She moans, breathing harder as I move behind her and gather her hair over one shoulder. I graze my teeth over the back of her neck, rubbing my cock against her ass. She whimpers needily. “Like feeling what you do to me, sunshine?” I kiss down her spine and nip at her ass cheek. She jerks, gasping, but it isn’t a scared gasp. And the way she pushes her ass back into my hands as I glide my tongue along her inner thighs shows me how much she likes it. She trembles, heat radiating from her pussy through the damp material. “I cannot wait to get my mouth on you.” I run my hands down her outer thighs and kiss my way lower, slowing to love the backs of her knees. Her breath rushes from her lungs, and her knees buckle. I put my arm around her, rising up along her back. “I’ve got you.”

“I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. It’ll make everything better.” I kiss just below her ear. “Easier for you.” I slide one hand around her, rubbing her through her panties, and press my cock against her ass. She holds her breath. “Breathe, baby.” When she does, I slide my finger beneath her panties, teasing without entering her. “You’re so wet for me, so ready to come.”

“Yes, please.”

“Soon.” I move around to her front, holding her gaze as I slide my fingers between her legs, rubbing there, over her panties, and slick my tongue over her nipple.

She grabs my arms, panting out, “You’re making me crazy.”

“Good.” I suck her nipple to the roof of my mouth, and she cries out, fingernails digging into my arms. I slide my tongue over the taut peak again.

“Suck it again,” she begs.

“That’s it. Tell me what you like.” I fulfill her desire.

“Fletch—”

She’s so close to coming, but I want her wild with it, unable to hold back, so I rise up, taking her in a rough, passionate kiss, and hook my fingers into the hips of her panties. “I’ve fantasized about taking these off you since I first saw them hanging by your window.”

I drag them lower, kissing the apex of her sex, the tops of her thighs, and her knees, every touch of my lips causing a sharp inhalation as I slip them off. Taking my time, driving us both out of our minds, I kiss my way back up her legs and grab her ass as I slide my tongue along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, so close to her pussy, my scruff brushes it. Her breath rushes from her lungs, and I continue taunting her until she’s begging for more, her arousal wetting my cheek and her inner thighs. I lick those thighs clean and skip over where she needs me most, pressing a kiss beneath her belly button. I want to throw her on the bed and feast on her until she begs me to fuck her, but our time for that will come.

Just like she will.

Right now she needs me to go slow and show her that I’m a man of my word, so I fight the urge and appreciate the beauty before me as I rise to my full height and brush the backs of my fingers along her cheek. “You’re gorgeous, sunshine, so fucking beautiful.”

I take her hand, leading her to the bed, and pull back the blanket. She climbs onto the bed, and I follow, lying beside her, and run my hand along her side. “You okay? You’re awfully quiet.”

“I feel like I’m going to combust.”

“Good.” I kiss her.

“I’ve been thinking about us . . . doing this . . . all week,” she confesses. “I’m afraid I’ll wake up and realize it’s just a dream.”

She’s so damn cute. “Does this feel like a dream?” I lower my mouth to her breast, caressing it with my hand, and tease her nipple with my tongue.

“No,” she says in one long breath.

I intensify my efforts, using my teeth and tongue, until she’s writhing beneath me. When I suck her nipple to the roof of my mouth, she bows off the mattress and grabs my head, keeping my mouth on her. “Don’t stop.”

I continue teasing with my mouth and hand, earning one sensual sound after another, and slide my hand down her stomach, my fingertips grazing her clit. She rocks her hips, and I lower my hand, sliding through her wetness. She inhales a jagged breath, and fuck. She feels so good, and the little noises she’s making have my cock throbbing. I can’t hold back a growl as I work her clit slowly, reading her body, sliding lower every few strokes, then back up again. She fists her hands in the sheets. “Like that, baby?”

She makes a little noise but doesn’t answer.

I move my mouth to her other breast, gradually increasing the speed and intensity of my fingers, and suck her nipple harder, grazing my teeth over the taut peak. She whimpers and moans, digging her heels into the mattress, knees rising. “That’s it, baby, chase your pleasure.” I feel her orgasm building, hear it in her hampered breathing, see it in her thighs flexing. “Tell me what you need, sunshine. Faster? Slower? Harder?”