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I raise my arms and lock my fingers behind my neck. "Go ahead."
She peers up at me from under her eyelashes. "You won’t touch me?"
"I promise."
Some of the tension slips from her shoulders, then she leans in and kisses the scar. I groan as my heart slams into my ribcage. My pulse goes into overdrive as she places tiny kisses down the path of my distressed skin. Then, she straightens and places both of her palms on my chest. "You’re so gorgeous. I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen."
"Not as stunning as you, baby."
She laughs softly. "You’re biased."
"I have reason to be."
She presses a kiss to the center of my chest, and a shudder runs over my skin. My thigh muscles ripple, and my biceps tighten. I lock my fingers more firmly together and watch as she rubs her cheek against me. She tips up her chin until her gaze meets mine. "Are you still cold?"
"A little."
"I know a way to warm you up faster than a shower."
"Oh?"
Her eyes gleam. "You’ll keep your hands to yourself?"
"I already promised, didn’t I?"
She searches my features, nods, then sinks to her knees.
53
Abby
I haven’t forgiven him. I haven’t. Doesn’t mean I can’t take my pleasure from him. Doesn’t mean I can’t make him come the way he’s brought me to orgasm so many times, right?I lower my head and take him in my mouth. A low growl rumbles from him. I grip his powerful thighs, tilt my chin, and suck him down. His entire body turns to stone. Under my hands, his muscles ripple; the strength in his body is so potent, so masculine, a fire crackles to life between my thighs. I pull back until the crown of his cock is poised at the rim of my mouth. Then I fist his cock and run my tongue across the sensitive skin over the head.
"Fucking hell, Sparrow." His voice is tortured. I glance up to find his brilliant eyes blazing at me. His chest muscles shift, and his biceps contract. I hold his gaze as I swipe him down again, and the tendons of his throat move as he swallows. Moisture beads his forehead, and I know it’s not raindrops.
I bob my head, suck in my cheeks, and his big body shudders. His jaw hardens, and a pulse beats at his temple, but I have no doubt, he’s going to adhere to his promise. He’s not going to touch me. He’s going to let me lead on this one. My heart stutters, and my pussy clenches. I cup his balls, and the muscles of his flat belly undulate. There’s so much power in this position. To see his body react as I flick my tongue up the veiny underside of his shaft, as I massage his balls, then slide a finger up the valley between his arse-cheeks.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ, you’re killing me," he bursts out.
I allow myself a tiny smile of triumph, then redouble my efforts. I lick him, suck on him, gag when I take him too deeply, and he lowers his chin to his chest. His breath comes in pants, and the veins on his neck seem ready to pop. "I’m going to come, baby."
In response, I suck on him again, and he growls. His chest planes undulate, his shoulders rise and fall, and with a hoarse cry, he comes down my throat. He seems to keep coming, and I swallow it down. I slurp every, last, goddamn drop down. He sways, then finds his footing, and when I let go of his dick with a popping sound, a strange look comes into his eyes.
"You’ve sucked my soul through my cock. I’m never going to be the same again."
A-n-d that’s why I allowed him to come, despite the fact that he edged me so often. I could have denied him his orgasm, but seeing him fall apart under my ministrations is so much more empowering.
I rise to my feet, then drag the back of my hand across my swollen lips. I grab his clothes. "Take your shower. I’ll get you something to wear."
* * *
The bathroom door shuts behind me and I walk in a daze to my closet.What just happened? What did I do? Did I actually take the lead and suck him off? And he let me? The big bad alphahole let me set the pace? And he couldn’t stop himself from coming, and damn, it was so hot.My pussy clenches. A shiver of delight coils in my belly. In a daze, I walk to the kitchen, run the washing machine with his clothes, then make a cup of hot tea and bring it back to the bedroom. The shower is still running.
I rummage around in my closet, but really, there’s nothing that’s going to fit him. I settle for the biggest bathrobe I have and place it on the chair near the bed. I hear the bathroom door open behind me and turn in time to see him stepping out.
The steam billows out at his back. He’s knotted a towel around his waist—a towel that rides low enough for me to see the trail of hair that disappears under it. I’ve just seen him naked. I’ve had him in my mouth, and my hands on those thick corded thighs, and yet, I can’t take my gaze off of his sheer perfection. He dries his hair with the other towel, and his biceps bunch. Droplets of water cling to this chest. He takes a step in my direction, and his towel parts enough for him to flash me a glimpse of his leg. My toes curl. That shiver of delight in my belly unfurls into a volcano of lust. I must make a noise, for his gaze narrows. I scowl at him, and he hooks the towel around his neck, then raises his hands.
"What happened in there changes nothing."
