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“You deserve everything,” he rasped. “Let me give it to you.”
Neither of us could get enough physical contact. We tore at each other with an urgency that hadn’t been there before, even though the last times we’d been together had been hurried all on their own. The need was so great that it stole my breath. I was only vaguely aware of how loudly I was panting, the echo of a moan on every exhale. It was like all the final mental and emotional barriers that had been between us were all down now.
All that was left now was the physical barrier of our clothes, which was something the both of us could easily shed if we tried.
Starting with our shoes, we left a trail of clothes from the kitchen, the fall of yet another wardrobe item marking our progression—shirts in the dining room, pants in the foyer, and strewn underwear all the way up the stairs.
Our mouths and hands were on each other like we needed them to breathe, to exist.
I didn’t even have time to look around when we plunged into the darkness of his bedroom—a place in this house I’d also never seen. Graham simply took me in his arms so we could fall together onto his bed. My eyes had adjusted to dim lighting, thanks to the ambiance Graham set up downstairs, but it was hard to see anything in this all-encompassing blackness.
It made everything else so much more intense.
The heat of Graham’s mouth on my neck, my throat, the cool trail his wet tongue left around each of my nipples, and the slight nipped warning of his teeth at my belly as I jerked against him, overstimulated and still wanting more.
The way he nudged my thighs apart with his face before going in for dessert.
I couldn’t control the noises I was making as I grasped in the dark for anything I could hold on to, pulling his hair and clawing at his shoulders. I had never felt so out of control before, coming apart with each lick and suck.
I didn’t realize how hard I was bucking against his attention until he gently pried my thighs open from around his head.
“Let me take care of you,” Graham rumbled.
“It’s just so good,” I gasped out, digging my fingers into the duvet beneath me. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for feeling good.”
I couldn’t believe how wet I was, my own cries drowning out the obscene sounds Graham was making below. Having sex like this was so intimate that it had always made me squirm away before, but now I was in it until the finish. I wanted to chase this feeling until the end of time.
It was better than I could have ever imagined, better than I thought was possible. Every movement of his tongue, the press of his lips, and the graze of his teeth anticipated what my body needed. I tried to be considerate of him and tried not to press his face against my body, but it was nearly impossible.
I came screaming, dully aware of the shrieks echoing through the room and down the hall. Sticky heat nearly glued my thighs together as Graham kept attending to me long after I thought I could handle his small touches.
“That was wonderful,” I whispered to him, too shattered to trust my voice. I was sure it would break if I tried to talk in my normal tone and volume. “Thank you.”
“I could do this all night,” he said with a gleam of a grin I could only barely make out. “But I want to see you. Turn on the lights.”
17
Graham
“Turn them on yourself,” Heather retorted, the sharpness of her words blurred by afterglow. The lights came up on their own—voice-activated.
“So pushy,” I teased her, trailing kisses up the inside of her thighs. She mewled at the lightest lap of my tongue against her, still so sensitive after what I had done to her.
“That’s right. I am bossy,” she murmured, and I hid a laugh in her other thigh. I doubted she even knew what she was talking about right now. “You get up here now.”
“Whatever you say.” I eased myself up on my forearms and covered her body with mine. She was overly warm, and I relished the heat, stroking her hair back off her forehead. Suddenly, she angled her head upward and kissed me full on the lips. Fuck. If possible, it made me even harder, our tongues warring for dominance, her essence still in my mouth. Heather tasted herself, and it was so goddamn hot that I almost came right there and then.
“Don’t you want more?” I asked her, watching as her gaze gradually focused.
“Want you,” she whispered. “Inside me.”
“You sure?” I licked my lips just to get her to blush. “Because I could eat you whole until you couldn’t remember your own name.”
“Want you to feel good, too,” she said, still too out of it after her orgasm to string together complete sentences.
I laughed gently at her. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to get you to just accept one fucking gift from me without fighting it.”
