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When he pushes through the door, he shuts it behind him and locks it. My belly twitches with nerves. Is he wanting to have sex? We haven’t talked about it but lust swirls in his eyes.
He walks me backward into the bathroom door, our hands still intertwined. He’s not pinning me in like he did against the fridge, but he’s pushed his torso against me, and I feel his erection growing each second we stand staring. Breathing.
His soft, wet lips caress my neck like they are playing the faintest of songs. Notes dancing on my skin. A sensual shiver runs down my spine causing me to flinch. “Adalee, I want to know,” he whispers. “How do I fit into all of your tomorrows?”
A tickle of my ear lobe with his teeth makes my core clench tightly. My body is on high alert. A squadron of firefighters couldn’t put the blaze out that Hagan has stoked.
“Tell me your mine,” he rasps as he moves the neckline of my shirt. His mouth takes an elegant swan dive into the flesh right above my breast. His thumb swipes over my nipple through the cotton material. It feels so fugging good.
“Tell me you want to be mine and you want me to be yours.”
He drops down to his knees and unbuttons my jeans. Peeling the opening back, he leans in and skims my skin with his mouth. Then he kisses lower and lower until he’s dragging my jeans down to my ankles. He puckers his mouth against the slick material of my thong and pushes them down too.
Restless, raging with desire, my inexperience heightens the anxiousness inside me, so I pop my knuckles. He reaches up, grabbing my hand, “All you have to say is stop. Let me do this for you.”
Well, who can say no to that?
He takes my feet out and tosses my underwear and jeans aside. I look down at him kissing my calves and being so tender as he kisses my knee with the surgery scar. His wavy brown hair falls on his forehead, and I reach down and run my fingers through it. He glances up, and I notice his dimples aren’t showing. His hands squeeze my thighs before he sets his sights on my center.
His thumbs spread my throbbing flesh. “I can see that you want me Adalee. You’re soaking wet.”
“Yes,” is all that I can say. I’ve never been this far, and I’m not sure what to do. My mind is like traffic in Atlanta right now—too many traffic signals to obey. The answer is yes, I want to be his but English 101 sentence structure evades me.
He kisses my mound gently then stands back up. “Open your eyes.” I try but I’m embarrassed. When I open them his eyes bore into me with such intensity that it’s hard to look into them. The golden flecks are still there but the iris has darkened. “Be with me. Be mine and I’ll blow your mind.”
At this point, I’ll say anything for him to get back into that position. But I am honest when I utter, “I’m yours.” My skin hurts to touch I’m aching for him. Mumbling, "Please blow my mind.”
Little chuckles flow from his mouth to mine. His body relaxes like he finally has an answer.
He mumbles into my mouth, “Can you be quiet?”
I nod. I mean I guess. How should I know? “I guess we’ll find out.”
His brow furrows for a moment like he’s confused. Before descending, Hagan takes off my Stallions shirt and admires my push up bra, trimmed with satin. “You’re perfect,” he says admiring my breasts. His hands roam over the bra but then he falls back to his knees.
I try to pay attention to what he’s doing but my knees are weak and wobbly from all the attention. My body keeps sliding down the door. I’m seeking more friction against his face but I wiggle to stay upright. Hagan picks me up and carries me to his bed.
I must be dreaming. I’m in Hagan Chatham’s bed. How did I go from hating him to here. I perk up—oh, that’s why.
He worships me with every stroke of his tongue.
Slow. Torturous. Strokes.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Hagan
She’s pretty in pink.Her swollen flesh glistens as she squirms seeking relief from my mouth. As Adalee’s breaths become short, I know she’s close. I tease her through her folds over and over before sucking her sensitive bud. She tastes like a honey with a dash of salt. So sweet. I want to savor this and enjoy the moment but take her to a place so high she won’t want to come down.
I slide my hands under her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles. Everything about Adalee is flawless. As I jockey for the best position, she moans, “Don’t quit, please.”
My smile widens as I taunt her with my tongue and bear my face into her pelvic bone. She shrieks. Slow then fast. Hard then soft. Her muscles tighten.
“Don’t fight it, babe. Come for me,” I grunt as I circle her with my tongue, and she wraps her silky legs around my neck. I eat her like she’s my last meal.
She’s had a few mini O’s but her body starts to shake. This time I’m not pulling back just so it lasts longer. My girl needs some relief. A few more strokes and she grips my head with her thighs and screams “Hagaaaaaan, I’m…”
It’s so loud, my roommates surely can hear her, so I stick my finger in her mouth. “Suck my finger.”
