“I’m sort of out of raincoats.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s a pretty big deal.” I give a bleak smile. A part of me is hoping she’ll surprise me with the fact she’s on the pill, and I can dive in anyway. I’m starting to get the shakes, like a starving man who’s crawled on his belly through the long, hot desert only to find a glass divide between him and the gourmet meal he’s been salivating after.
“It’s not a big deal.” She lands her finger over my chest and creates a giant letter S as she sizzles her way down to my weeping dick. “I’ll take care of you.”
I pull her onto me and feel the weight of her sweet tits over my chest.
She lowers her head until our lips collide. Laney chases me with her tongue as I pour all of my affection straight into her mouth.
I pull back and steady my gaze over hers.
“I’m insanely, deliriously, outright fucking crazy in love with you. Laney”—I swallow hard because I’m going there—“take me back.”
If she did—if we could work things out—it would make what she’s about to do that much sweeter. Just knowing she loves me, that she’s willing to open her world to me once again would bring Christmas a little early, not that she hasn’t already done that. I guess it would be the star on the tree.
A lone tear falls from her cheek to mine.
“I…” She takes a breath as if I caught her off guard. “I need some time to think.” She presses her lips together hard. “You know what happened, Ryder. You were there. This is complicated and…” She buries a kiss over my neck, and now I want nothing more than to end this conversation. Laney’s chest bucks with silent tears. She gives a hard sniff as if she were checking her emotions.
“It’s all right.” I run my hand over her smooth hair and take in her vanilla scent. There’s no way it’s all right, but the last thing I want is to upset her any more than I already have. I should have known she wasn’t going to fall over me with an enthusiastic yes. This was far too twisted, too many people have trampled between us, and as much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. This is complicated.
Laney trails slow, blistering kisses straight down my body. She runs her fingers across my chest as if she were mapping out the landscape. I want to tell her she doesn’t have to do this—that given five minutes in the shower I should have things under control, but I don’t. The truth is, I want this from her, from her hands, her mouth. Nothing compares to the way she loves me, and for damn sure not one part of my body can substitute what Laney can give me.
Her mouth lands over the tip, and I let out a heated breath.
“Right there.” I hike up on my elbows and bend my head back just taking in the sweet feel of her lips. Laney opens up and devours me, carefully raking her fiery tongue over my body as she slips me back out of her mouth. She dives down and wraps her lips tight around me, sucking as if she were about to inhale me, dick first, into her body. “Shit,” I belt it out, and the room vibrates.
Laney drops down, running her tongue over my balls, and my stomach clenches.
“Yeah that.” My chest pumps with a dry laugh.
I don’t ever remember her employing these moves. She brings her hand to the party and works her fingers over me in a place where fingers or any other body parts are never allowed. I try to deflect her, and she catches me by the wrist. Her mouth melts back over me, riding me in a wave of insanity, and I’m about to lose it.
Laney works her magic while doing her best to suck me down to nothing. She takes me in all the way to the base, and I fucking lose it. Laney doesn’t move, she just drinks me down like some tropical cocktail, and I lurch forward with a roar ripping from my lungs until the shakes subside.
Laney climbs up and falls back next to me on the mattress. We just stare up at the ceiling for moment, wondering what the hell just happened.
“Come here.” I pull her in, and she collapses her heated chest to mine. “You okay?” I know for fact she’s never swallowed before. At least not me, and I hope to God she hasn’t been practicing while we’ve been apart. God knows a year of celibacy nearly killed me, but just the thought of Laney loving anyone else with that body would test my mortality and the mortality of the one she slept with.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” She rakes her fingers through my hair with a renewed tenderness. All of the primal tendencies she held just a few minutes ago have been quenched at least that’s what I’m hoping. “I’m fine.”
“Thank you.” I touch my finger to her cheek and trace out her immaculate bone structure, her pillow-soft lips.
“For what?” She buries a kiss in my palm.
“For loving me.”
“Who said I loved you?” She dips her chin, never taking her gaze off mine.
“You didn’t have to tell me.” I pull her in, and she twists until we’re spooning. “You showed me.”
Laney sighs into me, pulling my arm tight across her waist.
Here we were after thoroughly loving each other—mostly—after tears and every emotion known under the sun, and we were pushing through. Riding the edge of the night with our bodies tangled as one.
Nothing could be better.
