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Seated now, his face between my legs, he kept his stare on me as he lowered his mouth to me. This first kiss on my sensitive skin jolted me. I flinched, surprised by how close I was to coming already. The last ten minutes were a blur, a frenzy of fraying my nerves and teasing, but I didn’t try to shy away.

He looked at me, watching me watch him, as he swiped his tongue up and down, licking me clean. Moving his hands to my legs, he urged me to lean back more. Draping my thighs over his shoulders, he got me right into place for him to feast.

Licking and sucking, he left no spot untouched. He speared his tongue in to piston into me, then he moved his lips up to my clit and sucked. His fingers stayed on me, rubbing or thrusting when his mouth was elsewhere. I’d gotten oral before. One other man had put his lips on my pussy and sampled me there, but I’d never been subjected to actually coming.

Not like this.

Within a moment of his hot mouth on me, I shattered apart. The hit of relief that overwhelmed me threatened to ruin me, because I’d never, ever had an orgasm that fast or that hard.

“Fuck. Roarke!” I didn’t shout out, lacking the power in my lungs to really let loose. Panting and managing shallow breaths, I focused on not passing out from the dizzying speed with which he made me come.

He didn’t stop as the waves of pleasure coursed through me. He licked and hummed his appreciation as he moved his hands to my ass, as if holding me to his face to get every last drop. To wring out every last bit of ecstasy out of me.

“I...” I whooshed out a long sigh, wrecked and weak with a drugging need to sleep. Sated and satisfied, I was two seconds from falling back and napping right here on the damn table.

But just to snap the idea of resting or relaxing far out of my reach, someone had to knock on the door.

“Heather?” Nevaeh called out.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

I sat upright, staring down at Roarke.

He went still, his head between my legs, his lips wet and parted. Narrowing his eyes, he shook his head to tell me no.

Chapter 24

Roarke

The moment was ruined. Hearing someone knock was plenty to give me a pause from staying in the moment with Heather. But hearing my niece’s voice killed it.

What the fuck? Of all the interruptions that could happen, it had to be her?

“Why is she here?” I asked silently, mouthing it.

Heather shrugged.

“Hey, cabin lady. Heather? Are you there?”

Heather furrowed her brow, staying as still as I did as though she didn’t want to move and make a sound. “Uh, yeah. I’m here,” she called back.

“Do you know where my uncle is?” Nevaeh called out.

“Fuck,” I mouthed. “My truck is parked out front.”

Heather bared her teeth in a cringe. “Um, no,” she lied.

“Well, his truck is out here,” she replied from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, it is,” Heather replied. “He...”

I shrugged, slowly sitting up and flipping her skirt down to cover her deliciousness from my view. The tang of sex hung in the air, but I couldn’t let myself stay in the mood. I couldn’t.

“He parked it here because he thought he saw someone running from my cabin,” Heather lied, cringing again as if she doubted her own made-up story. “And then, he, uh, saw someone dashing into the woods and ran off to find them.”

“What?” Nevaeh said. “He thought he saw someone?”

“Yeah. Like a trespasser or something.” She cleared her throat as she sat up some more. “He knew it wasn’t you because they didn’t have the same hair color as you...”