“I will.”
“Now.”
He tugged the neck of my top down running his mouth over the swells of my tits.My body was all sensation, completely incapable of any other function than soothing the desire burning through me.Could I die from not getting fucked fast enough?Logically, no.But as I’d already established, logic didn’t know shit.
I took two handfuls of his full light brown hair and pulled.His eyes were foggy and lusty.His lips were swollen and wet.
The ache between my thighs throbbed.
“Now,” I demanded.
He shook his head from side to side.“We just started.”
“I can’t fucking breathe I need you so badly.”
“Not yet.”
“Remi,” I warned.
“Alicia.”He kicked the door—that I had completely forgotten existed—closed and set my feet back on the floor.But my legs were no longer load bearing, and I would have fallen over if he hadn’t set two stabilizing hands on my hips.When he decided I was no longer a fall risk, he lowered to his knees.“I have missed every inch of your body, and until I get my mouth on all of you, I won’t be fucking ready.”
He unbuttoned the closure of my jeans, his mouth peppered kisses along the soft bottom of my stomach, each press of his lips to my skin sent shivers down my spine.
“That’s a lie.I just had yourreadinesspressed against my stomach.”
His shoulders bounced, and I felt him smile against my naked inner thigh.“Readiness,” he repeated.
My head fell back against the wall, accepting that he was going to take his time and that I probably would survive.He pushed my jeans down to bunch around my ankles, until they couldn’t go any further past my boots.He bit down gently at the top of my hip then kissed the sting away.My knees were growing less reliable again.
“Fuck,” he said, his mouth inching closer to my center.“You could convince me I’m dreaming.”
I snorted.“If this was a dream, my boots and pants would have magically disappeared.”
He peered up at me, his eyes dark with want.His fingers curling around the waistband of my underwear and pulling them down.“And your shirt.”
“Not your coat, though?”
With a slow side to side, he shook his head.“I like seeing you in my things.”
“I’ve got something you can try on”—the last word hit a high pitch I didn’t know I was capable of before it cut off, because Remi’s tongue had slid between my lips and passed over my clit.I smacked my hands on the wall looking for something to hold on to.My pants kept me from widening my stance to balance, and I grabbed Remi’s shoulder.With his hands on my hips, he urged me to the table, and we both laughed at my shuffled steps.Toeing the heel of my boots, I kicked each of them off.
He pulled the ends of my jeans off my feet leaving my wool socks, which felt a bit unsexy, but also the floor was cold so I kept them on.
His hands were warm as he opened my lips before running his tongue up my center, and we both moaned in unison.I took hold of his hair in one hand, burying my fingers in the soft strands.He rocked his head back and forth in a slow rhythm.Each pass drawing me tighter.My fingers tightening.My knuckles against his scalp.
He groaned, and the vibration of it rippled through me.His movements grew faster, the pressure firmer.
My orgasm came in a gentle wave.I curled over the top of his head, my legs twitching.
Placing sweet kisses on the inside of my thighs, he gave me time to catch my breath.
When I had finally unfolded, and loosened the hold I had on his hair, he looked up at me with his dark blue eyes.“In my right-hand pocket is my wallet.”
“I thought we just got started,” I remarked, my throaty voice failing to convey the snark I intended.
“I might have overestimated how long I can hold out.”
Chapter Thirty
