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“Oh, I remember all right.” His memories were crystal clear, even with his eyes open. “I remember that shit every night, just about.”
Aja sucked in a harsh breath, and he could almost smell her arousal in the air. Her leg was still over his, the other on the floor. With her spread open, he had an unobstructed view of her cloth- covered center. Her shorts had ridden even farther up; the skin on the insides of her thighs was a little darker than the rest of her.
“I remember that too,” she admitted. “And as soon as I came, I knew that…”
“You’d never actually get your fill. That one time would never be enough.”
“Yes. Which is why the pact is necessary; it keeps us from chasing that high again and again until we screw ourselves over. Keeps us from almost having sex on the couch in the mayor’s sitting room.”
“Does it count if we don’t actually have sex?” He moved to rub his face against her soft jaw. “Not in the most traditional sense, at least.”
“What do you mean?” She tilted her head to the side, giving him more access.
“I mean, what if we just played a little? Did some of the things we didn’t get to do last time? Things I’ve been dyin’ to do for longer than I care to admit.”
“I thought we did a pretty thorough job of it,” she whispered.
“Not nearly. Even after havin’ the best orgasm of my life, I was left wantin’. Mostly for a proper taste of you.”
Aja’s whine was high and hoarse, her legs moved a little as she tried to spread herself wider. “It’s been so long since…”
“Since what, Aja?”
“Since I’ve had anybody do that.”
“Damned shame,” Walker murmured. “If I had my way, I’d live between your thighs.” He nipped at the soft flesh behind her ear.
“Those are strong words, Walker. You haven’t even gotten more than a taste yet, and you’re already ready to devote your entire life to it?”
“One taste was all I needed.” He nipped her harder this time, soothing the hurt with his tongue when she hissed. “I told you it was better than cobbler, didn’t I?”
“I figured you were exaggerating.”
His hands came around to the sides of her breasts; he could feel her hard nipples poking into his chest through her shirt. His mouth ached with the need to suck and bite. “Uh-uh, I was dead serious.”
When he felt her hot breath against the shell of his ear, he almost jumped. “Maybe you’re right then,” she whispered. “Maybe it’s not technically breaking the pact if we play a little… just this once.”
Aja pulled back, just enough that he could rub his thumbs over her nipples. He still hadn’t gotten the chance to see them. She’d kept her dress on last time, and she’d been facing away while they fucked. It was risky, but he needed to see them. The need made his skin burn. They had both gotten the results of their STI tests back days ago. The relief they had felt that they both tested negative had been palpable.
“Will you show me yourself, Peaches?” He tugged on the hem of her top.
As much as he wanted it, this wasn’t the time or place for her to get completely naked. He’d have to fantasize in real time about what her nipples would feel like under his fingertips. He was being forced to choose which thing he valued more, and the thought of his tongue on her pussy overrode everything else.
Pupils wide, lips spread, chest rising and falling, she was breathtaking. She pulled up her shirt a little, right under her breasts so she could get to the button on her shirt. He took his time, taking in the stretch marks on her plush belly and the way her thick waist looked in contrast to her hips.
Then, right there, in the place where her white shorts met her sex, he saw a wet spot. It was small, just beginning to spread, but it made the material of her shorts appear thin. He pressed his nose to it, groaning at how easily he could smell the evidence of her hunger for him.
He traced a finger along the edge of her shorts and watched her belly quiver. The little silver button popped, then the zipper was down. Aja lifted her bottom off the couch, both of them working the shorts off and past her little barely there sandals.
She kept one foot on the floor but threw the other over the back of the couch, opening herself up to him completely.
“I fuckin’ knew you weren’t wearin’ any panties.”
“How?”
His grin was dirty. “I could tell, trust me.”
He kissed the dark skin on her inner thighs, rubbing his cheeks against her wet heat as if he could soak it into his skin forever.
