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He dippedhis thumb into the gap of her zipper. The skin under her navel was downy soft. He moved lower to the fringe of lace along the top of her panties. Incredibly tiny panties. Both times he’d gotten her naked, they’d been quick to shed clothes. There was something infinitely sexy about a woman’s lingerie.
The triangle of cotton and lace cupped the skin just above her pussy lips. He circled the side of his thumb around the plump V. She jerked under his hand. There was a tiny wet spot there. The baby blue darkened as he gently swiped the flat of his thumb back and forth.
“Shane.”
His name was a shaky moan. God, he wanted to get his tongue on her. He peeled her jeans back and over the sweet curve of her ass. Her apple scent made his mouth water. He brushed the tip of his tongue along the wet spot.
She looked down at him. Her teeth sawed her lower lip. Her breasts swayed with each deep breath as he teased her. The stiff denim wouldn’t go down any farther until she moved. He didn’t want her to go far. Couldn’t bear to have her get up even long enough to get her jeans off. Instead he lifted her.
“Off.”
Kendall was a quick study. She shimmied out of them and flicked them to the side. She straddled his hips. Too far away. Not close enough to touch or taste. He cupped her ass and slid her forward. His shirt rode up, and her smooth calves hugged his sides.
His stomach muscles bunched as he closed his mouth over her lace-covered mound. She gasped and fumbled to brace herself on something. Finally settling for his shoulders, she leaned forward, and he relaxed back onto the blanket. He tongued her pussy through the material. The first hit of her taste and he wanted more.
He wanted to go slow, wanted to make it last. He gripped the smooth muscles of her ass, and she flexed under his touch. Her thighs opened wider. He tugged her forward again until her knees were jammed into his underarms. “There,” he muttered. He used his teeth to peel the sopping-wet material off her. The cotton clung to her swollen lips and the tight little bead of her clit.
Her knees slid wider along his biceps, and she lowered to his mouth.
He flicked his tongue either side of her clit. Her taste burned through the lace and exploded on his tongue. Salt and the crisp tang of her scent added to her musky flavor. He skimmed his fingers along the cleft of her ass and widened her again.
She moaned above him. Her thighs quivered, and he clenched his jaw.
She cupped his face. “So fierce, even doing this?”
He didn’t want to be so solemn, but the emotions she dragged out him were too much to give over to smiles and laughter. They weren’t laughter. They were more like the knife-edge of madness. Possessive, exhausting, illogical—he’d only known her for a few days, and she was under his skin. She overwhelmed him with her ability to lose herself in the moment.
He nudged one hand under the leg of her panties from the back, and her pussy grasped the tips of his fingers. No.
Don’t rush.
He swiped the very tip of his tongue through the silky cream that had drenched her panties beyond wear. “Fuck, Kendall.”
She tipped her head back, and the elegant line of her lithe body shattered him. He was so fucking hard he could come in his goddamned jeans.
“Braid. Take it out.” He wanted to see all her sunlit hair in his favorite place.
This was a place of happiness.
Not of death and misery.
This was his place, and he could have one last good memory here before the crash of reality intruded.
She unwound the end, and the rest simply unraveled. Why she tried to contain all the curls and life, he didn’t know. But he wanted to see them fly free around her shoulders before he put his mouth over her.
The tiny triangle of downy-white hair unmanned him. He used two fingers to push back her hood, found the stiff center of her, wrapped his lips around her clit, and slid his tongue inside her as he sucked.
She bucked above him, and he gripped her hips.
He held her still and tried to listen for the cues to what worked for her above the roar in his head. She tasted like autumn. Dark and spicy and so addicting. He swallowed as she drenched his chin. His angle only really allowed a taste. He wanted to fill her. To taste her as she came.
He shifted her until he could get his hand between her knees. He delved two fingers into her swollen folds and pulled down, opening her.
Her hips swayed. He knew she needed more, but he wanted another taste.
The sweet, sharp keen followed by his name on a guttural cry was his reward for patience. He’d heard that sound on that last night. He rolled her onto the blanket and opened her wide, thrusting two fingers into her as he circled her clit with his thumb.
He thumbed open his jeans and took himself in hand. All it would take was a pump or two, and he’d be done. Christ, she was so unfathomably hot.
