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My skin gets tight and feverish, the need to lick and suck making lust a suffocating haze over my brain.
“God, Dash, please.”
I don’t need anything more than those raw words.
As I drag my tongue up the seam of her, the salt musky tang of her fills my mouth. I hear a muffled moan and take a break long enough to glance up and see Paige smothering her noises with my pillow. I’m torn between humor and disappointment. I want to hear her.
Well, pillows aren’t completely soundproof. I just need to push her to levels that cotton can’t cut off.
That means paying special attention to her clit.
I start with my tongue, tracing circles, then suck on her hard nub until she’s writhing underneath me. I blow on her before returning my mouth to her hot center. Over and over I repeat this action, then I slip a finger inside her glorious wet pussy.
A whimper sounds, so I add another. One more slow lick and the walls of her tense and pulse as Paige gasps out her orgasm. I leave my fingers inside to enjoy the sensation until she goes completely limp, my pillow slipping to the side.
A red flush blooms on her cheeks and across her chest, which rises and falls as she pants. I pull myself up against her prone body until I can rest my cheek over her frantically beating heart, enjoying the rapid rhythm paired with the scalding heat of her flushed skin.
“Are you two—oh shit. My bad.” Cole’s voice has me grabbing for a sheet to throw over Paige’s exposed body. He retreats down the hall to his bedroom, and I curse our shotgun floor plan.
“Paige, I’m sorry. I should’ve warned him.” I expect her to glare at me, maybe storm out of the house.
Instead, she begins to shake again. Only this time, it’s with barely suppressed laughter that eventually spills out.
“Oh no!” Despite the exclamation, she doesn’t sound worried. “We scared Cole!” Paige snorts and covers her face with the pillow again, barely muffling her giggles.
All the while, I stare down at her, trying to figure out what I did to deserve such a sweet, sexy, amazing woman.
Chapter Twenty-Six
PAIGE
I love watching Dash walk towards me. He pushes his hair out of his eyes as he trots down the front steps of his house. Leaving the engine running, I climb out of the driver’s seat.
“You know, one of these days you’re going to have to let me plan the date.” Dash pretends to scold me even as he approaches.
I can’t help grinning as I lean back on my car, getting the sense he likes looking at both me and my beautiful piece of machinery. “You planned the first two. Besides, you work all day. I’ve got nothing to do but plan how I want to spend my time with you.” I finish speaking just as he reaches me and reaches for me. His tender hands cup my cheeks as he rubs his nose against mine.
The gesture is silly and affectionate, doing a good job of turning my heart to goo.
Then Dash kisses me and a lot more of me starts to melt. A few minutes later, when he lets me up for air, I realize I enjoy being sandwiched between the warm metal of my car and the hot hard body of my…
My what exactly?
Does licking a girl’s pussy equate to commitment?
Probably not.
Cole’s words from our first meeting come to mind.
Am I just another one of the women Dash is interested in fucking, but nothing more?
The thought steals some of the happy warmth from my chest, but I try not to let the disappointment show on my face.
Anyway, it’s not like I’m making any long-term plans with Dash as my anchor point. The last job I sent my resume to was in Chicago.
Cold, windy Chicago. Much different from New Orleans.
“So where are you taking me?” Dash asks from the passenger’s seat as I slide behind the wheel.
