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“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know.” I can see how wet she is through her underwear, and I can’t focus on anything other than what is right in front of me. “I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about nothing.”
“Then stop talking,” she says.
“Only if you tell me exactly what you want.” I brush my mouth over her. The touch is light, a whisper of contact. When she arches up to meet my mouth, I pull away, and she groans.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“I want you to take these off,” she says, and wriggles her hips beneath me.
I slip off her underwear, and the sight of her completely naked beneath me has me absolutely desperate to go right where I most want to be. But I also want to make her feel as good as I can for as long as possible, until she’s begging me to push her over the edge. It’s as if I’ve never wanted anything else in my entire life. As if the only thing I’ve ever wanted is to make this woman dizzy with pleasure.
“Fuck, Raine. You’re...” I can’t think of the right word for what she is. I’m not sure there is one.
She sighs as I kiss my way along her thighs, and after I’ve kissedand licked her everywhere but where she really wants me for as long as she can stand, her fingers are in my hair again.
“Please,” she breathes. “Jack, please.”
I don’t make her wait any longer. I don’t think I could makemyselfwait any longer. Raine seems to lose all sense of herself once my mouth is between her legs, and I lose all sense of anything but her. How she tastes. Every sound that escapes her. The way she moves her hips to pull as much pleasure from me as she can.
When Raine comes, I have no idea if she says my name. She squeezes me between her thighs so hard that I can’t hear a thing.
Twenty-One
Raine
When I finally come down from the best orgasm of my life, I realize I’ve practically crushed poor Jack.
“I’m so sorry,” I say once my knees fall apart, freeing him from my death grip.
Jack sits up and looks down at me. “You take that back right now.”
The look on his face makes me laugh.
“I’m serious!” he says. He ruffles his hair with a hand, making it look even wilder than it did a moment ago. “Take back your apology, I don’t want it.”
“All right, all right, I take it back.”
“Thank you,” he says.
“Now come here,” I say, making room for him to lie down beside me on the couch.
He trails a finger down my side. “You are absolutely incredible.”
“How can you say that? I didn’t even do anything.”
“Oh, you did a lot of things, ciaróg, and I liked every single one of them.”
I run a hand along the collar of his shirt. “Will you take this off already?”
“You don’t need a break?”
“This is the break, and the break is over.”
He laughs. Then presses a kiss to my nose before sitting up to tug off his shirt.
I take in the many tattoos I haven’t seen before. I trace the outline of a rose on the lower left side of his stomach. When my eyes are drawn to the tattoo above that, I have to laugh. “Is this an astronaut cat?”
