Page 115 of Forever By Morning


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My hand slid over her ass, tucking her closer against my zipper. “I think that can be arranged. I haven’t had my dessert yet.”

An almost smile flitted across her lips. The one that she couldn’t quite keep under lock and key when she was trying to concentrate on me. And then her hips slowly undulated against me, the ethereal music her guide.

Sweet hell, she was going to kill me.

Her lips coasted over my jaw then to the crest of my cheekbone as she rocked along the zipper of my jeans, getting bolder with each stroke. With each inch I grew in reaction to her honeyed lavender scent. She’d added something to her usual floral perfume. It was warmer and headier, making my head spin.

It clung to her skin, her hair, even her dress. A shimmer to her flesh offset by the glowing lights behind me on the railing.

I gripped her hip to follow her lead with the soft rise and fall against my jeans. Her arm slid around my neck, her fingers tunneling through the curling ends of my hair along the nape of my neck. I’d never been so glad to be late for a haircut.

Each stroke of her nails along my scalp coincided with roll of her hips. She’d shifted lower with each cruise against me until our lips lined up. The tips of her breasts buzzed along my chest. Her other hand moved to splay across my torso, her nimble fingers making short work of the buttons of my chambray shirt.

The silk of her dress set fire to my skin.

My other hand moved between us to get between her legs, but she shook her head.

“Let me touch you first.” She nipped my ear. “Put your hand back on the arm of the chair.”

Liquid courage indeed.

Interested to see where she’d go, I did as she requested.

She rolled against me again, her chest teasing my skin. The slithering gold of her chains were warm against me as she guided my head to between her breasts. “Taste?”

I followed the deep vee of her dress, and the shimmer of her skin was warm on my tongue. Her chains slid along my cheek as I trailed my way up to her collar bone.

“Other hand on the chair, Beckett.”

I groaned a little, but I obeyed, my grip tightening on the flat wooden arm.

She widened her thighs to cup my cock through my jeans.

“Fuck.”

Her lids lowered to slits and there was more of the coppery tone there. Something smoky on her lids feathered along her lash line to make her golden eyes flash. Her breath hitched as her dress shifted and my jeans came into contact with the rasp of lace.

I lifted my hips for more contact, but she shook her head. “Patience.”

She was curled over me, shifting the dress so it gaped a little, showing a shadow of nipple. I turned my face to tease the slice of flesh and she groaned.

Her nails dug into my chest, and I hissed. The bite of pain cleared my head a little and I took advantage, nosing the silk aside for the satin of her breast. The flat of my tongue glided along the curve to the tight tip.

She palmed the back of my head, leading me deeper into the darkness of her dress. Her skin tasted slick, and my tongue buzzed in reaction.

“What are you wearing?”

“Bells gave it to me. It’s a fragrance oil. She said it warmed on contact.” Her head tipped back as she groaned. “Like honey.”

“Pull the strap down. I need more.”

She rocked against me. “What if I want to wait?”

“Is that really what you want?”

The gold behind the slits of her lashes was a little blurry. Soft and unfocused enough that it gave me a momentary pause.

She was so damn tiny. Maybe she’d had too much wine. Then I saw her jaw go slack as she rocked harder.

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