Page 98 of Falling for the Grumpy Bad Boy

He continued lower, across my ribs, my stomach, pressing kisses to my hip bones. By the time he settled between my thighs, I was trembling with anticipation.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his breath warm against my most sensitive skin.

And then his mouth was on me, and I forgot how to breathe.

He was methodical, like he was determined to learn every response that made me gasp and moan. His tongue moved across my clit, building pressure that had me clutching the sheets and calling his name like a prayer.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice vibrating against me. “Don’t hold back.”

I couldn’t have held back if I tried. The pleasure built and built until I was right on the edge, my entire body strung tight as a bow.

When he added his fingers to the mix, finding that perfect spot inside me, I shattered completely. The orgasm crashed over me in waves so intense I saw stars.

He worked me through it, his mouth gentle now as the aftershocks rippled through me. When I finally collapsed back against the pillows, boneless and breathless, he pressed soft kisses to the inside of my thighs.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, crawling back up my body to gather me in his arms.

“That was wow.”

“And just the beginning,” he promised. “I need to be inside you.”

“Please,” I whispered. I’d had one orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. It barely took the edge off. He reached for his pants nearby and pulled out a condom.

“Always prepared,” I teased.

“Boy Scout training,” he said with a grin, then grew serious as he positioned himself at my entrance. “You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I told him, and it was true.

He entered me slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving mine. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, perfect. When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still, adjusting to the sensation.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“More than okay,” I managed. “You can move now.”

He did, setting a rhythm that had me seeing heaven. It was everything I hoped for and nothing like I’d expected—tender and fierce, playful and passionate. When I started to climb toward that peak again, he shifted the angle slightly, hitting a spot that made me cry out.

“There,” I gasped. “Right there.”

“I’ve got you,” he promised, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. “Come for me, Clem. I want to feel you.”

I did. My body clenched around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed moments later, my name on his lips as he buried his face in my neck.

Afterward, we lay curled together, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

“So,” I said, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, “that was nice.”

“Nice?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m wounded.”

“Fine, it was earth-shattering and life-changing and now I’m ruined for all other men forever. Better?”

“Much.” His arm tightened around me. “Though I’m particularly proud of the life-changing part.”

I laughed and tilted my head up to look at him. “Your ego is showing.”

“Can you blame me? You were the one making all those sounds.”

Heat crept up my neck. “I was not that loud.”