Her muscles flex against my fingers. She’s getting impatient; the realization is perfect enough to make my mouth curve.
Leaning in, I flatten my tongue against the patch, tasting a hint of her saltiness. One little lick, and I feel my cock leak, soaking my underwear.
Her gasp is soft as my fingers dig into her thighs, locking her in place as I discover something amazing. Something unreal.
Am I able to let Haven go now that I’ve got an idea of what she tastes like? I haven’t even tasted her honey at the source yet, and I’m addicted.
Her body betrays her, arching beneath my lips as my tongue lifts to where I know her clit is, swollen with need.
So reactive, I know it’ll be easy to make her come undone. How will she taste once she’s flooding my tongue with her release?
“I’ve never come without my cock being touched.” Admitting the confession against her inner thigh, my brows come together as I can feel the pressure collecting. “You might be the one to change that, sweetheart.”
Her skin instantly turns a darker shade of red at my claim.
For a few seconds, I catch myself lost with the blush on her face. My heart is going at it, beating away in my chest.
This is new. I’ve never felt this way before, and that realization is a terror I’m unprepared for.
Reminding myself that this is about pleasure, and not about strange feelings that want to seep in, I pull back to get to the best part.
She doesn’t stop me this time, letting me peel her underwear off.
Hoping my arousal will take over, that I’ll be able to see Haven as nothing but a way to release this tension, I’m once again proved horribly wrong.
Perfect pink lips, surprisingly glossy, leave my lungs burning as I realize I’ve stopped breathing.
For the first time in my life, I feel at a loss of words.
“Don’t just stare.” Flinching, she pinches her eyes shut as her brows come together. She looks pained. “Do I look that bad?”
Insecurity drips from her lips, and the heat of anger rises in my chest. Who in the fuck made her feel this way to begin with?
“Haven.” Growling her name, I don’t move until she finally opens her eyes, meeting mine. “You’re gorgeous everywhere.”
When she covers her face and shakes her head, I’m tempted to stand up and show her the damage she’s done. Can’t she see what she’s doing?
I’d think she was enjoying herself if it weren’t for the insecurities rolling off of her.
Spreading her apart so I can take in her pink folds, I swallow thickly. “I noticed you the moment you came here, Haven. You think that was by chance? Hell no. It’s because you stood out.”
“You say that like I don’t already know that.” Huffing, she gives a wonderful frown as she peeks at me through the cracks of her fingers. “If I knew I should’ve come looking like a biker, I would’ve found a leather jacket.”
She draws out a snort from me. “I’m not talking about that. You were different. I felt it deep in my soul that there was something about you. Before I knew it, I was already at the bar, right next to you.”
Never had a woman flinch because I smiled at her. Was that what did it? The rejection?
Right now, the last thing she’s doing is rejecting me. Her thighs are relaxing beneath my touch, her toes curling in theblankets. I believe I’ve made her wait long enough, and I don’t think I have much patience left to spare.
7
Haven
The world has narrowed to the heat of his mouth on me, the rough scratch of his stubble against the soft skin of my inner thighs, the relentless, clever pressure of his tongue.
I’ve never… no one has ever…
The confession is a whispered secret in my mind, a truth I could never bring myself to voice. He wouldn’t hear me. Not now. Not with the way he’s groaning against me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as he tries to bury his tongue even deeper inside.
