Page 29 of Restored Dreams

“You were thinking about another woman when…” The completion of her description drifts.

“When what, Lily pad?” My voice lowers as does my nose to hers, rubbing along the tip. “When you had my dick in your mouth?”

Lily gasps, and her hips shoot upward once again. If she hopes to force me off her, she’s sadly mistaken. I’m not getting off, except with her.

“Speaking of that…” I lean forward and nip at her neck. Her head dips as her shoulder lifts at the sudden sting. “That was rather naughty of you when I was on the phone.”

Her mouth pops open again, but before she can speak, I bring my lips within a millimeter of hers.

“And for the record, I was not thinking of another woman when my dick was deep down your throat. But I like that you’re jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” she snips, still feisty under me. “Besides I have nothing to be jealous of, right?”

Her voice whines, and for a second, I hear the nineteen-year-old Lily. The one who used to beg me to take her, plead with me to have sex with her. Don’t you want me, Brut? She had no idea then, just as she has no idea now. I want her with every part of me. Dick. Heart. Soul.

My mouth hovers over hers, breathing into her. I need what I say next to sink inside her somehow.

“Lily pad,” I begin, her name rough on my tongue. “You are not, nor have you ever been, no one to me. I wanted you more than I was willing to admit back then, but I want you more than anything else now. I’m the one who’s jealous. Jealous of any other man who’s had a taste of you. Jealous of fucking cupcakes, for that fact, and the attention you give them. I’m jealous because I want you all to myself. I want your everything and beyond, just for me.”

My lips cover hers, not allowing her to snap back or bite me again. Kiss me, Lily, I plea as I hungrily devour her tender skin, which slowly melts beneath mine. My hands still hold her wrists hostage, but she relaxes under me. My palms flatten, coasting down her inner arm to her elbows before reaching for her face. Cupping her cheeks, I deepen our kiss in a different way.

I want you, Lily. Then and now.

Frantically, she reaches for me, tugging at my shorts. Her feet come to my sides, and she uses them to press my shorts farther down my thighs.

“Uh-uh-uh,” I mutter against her. “Paybacks are a bitch.” My fingers fumble with her jean shorts. “You left me hanging down there. No pun intended.”

Her fingers reach between us, encircling me and stroking. “Let me finish, then.” A hitch in her voice—desperate, panicked, hesitant as if she wants to prove something to me—forces my rebuff.

“I should make you finish,” I warn, hastily removing her jean shorts. “But I think I’m going to enjoy torturing you instead.”

My mouth lowers between her thighs, and my tongue splits her open. Her knees spread, and her fingers fist in my hair as I take my time to tease her.

“Right there.” She purrs as she whispers, but then I move. Tender fingers nudge me to return where she wants, but I don’t readily comply. My tongue takes its time, dragging lazily around where she wishes.

“So close,” she whimpers as she tenses under me, and I release her once again, moving to kiss her inner thighs.

“Brut.” She grunt-groans, and I add the frustrated noise to my list of her sounds.

I want all her sounds. All of her.

“Don’t ever do that again, Lily pad,” I tease, blowing a warm breath into her center, then circle my nose close to her core, still refusing contact where she needs.

“I won’t,” she whines in promise. “Just finish me.” Her voice squeaks as her legs squirm, eager for the friction from my tongue.

“Say it. You won’t ever leave me.” I know what I’m asking, but does she? Euphoric and edgy, her fingers tighten around my head, and I sense she doesn’t catch my double meaning. Lily walked away when she learned the truth. I don’t want her walking away again.

“I won’t ever leave…” The rest of her promise is cut off when I return my tongue to her wet heat and finish her as she asked.

I’d do anything for her but letting her leave me again isn’t one of them.

+ + +

I wake to an empty bed. Again.

Goddammit. Rolling to my back, I stare up at the ceiling. A quiet laugh and small smile grace my lips, recalling the past twenty-four hours. My dick currently stands at attention with the thoughts of all we’ve done. We didn’t have sex last night, but the oral discoveries were enough. I haven’t felt this alive in years.

Is it just the sex?