“It happened in Vegas at a friend’s birthday,” I say in a rush. “I had too much to drink. It’s why I don’t drink anymore. We didn’t… Nothing happened… I’ve never liked him that way. I don’t even remember going to the chapel.”
“What else?”
I reach down and grab a handful of Sterling’s hair, throwing my head back with a moan as he pushes his tongue inside me.
“Sophie’s a lawyer. She annulled it for me the minute I found out what had happened.”
His growl vibrates against me and my body sends wetness flooding his tongue. He inches back, swallowing with a curse.
“So damn sweet.”
He pushes his fingers inside me and fucks me roughly with them as his mouth returns to my clit. His stubble rubs against my inner thighs, and I tighten them around his head.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I whimper as he tongues my clit with precise skill.
He holds my eyes and confusion swells in my chest.
“I don’t understand. Are we over?” I choke, teetering on the edge of coming, yet fighting against it.
I don’t want to be his angry fuck. The one he has before he breaks my heart and pushes me away.
“I wish it had never happened. I never wanted it. I’ve regretted it every second since.” I twist my hand in his hair as a roll of pleasure curls its way around my throat and squeezes. “I love you. Does that mean nothing now?”
His eyes darken. “It means everything, Baby girl. You damn well know it does.”
He speeds up his lashing on my clit, massaging my G-spot again with thick fingers.
“Sterling—”
“I believe you. I know you would have told me yourself when you were ready,” he says against me, like he doesn’t want his mouth to leave my skin for a moment. “I told you it was okay. Right before you left. I told you it was okay.”
“But—”
“Come on my face. I’ve spent all morning missing you.”
His tongue flattens, working over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. My core coils tighter and tighter. But I still can’t let go. My head is stuffed full of doubt.
“I love you, Hallie,” Sterling soothes. “And I’ll still love you after the last breath leaves my body. Now come back to me, Baby girl, and show me you’re mine.”
He circles my clit over and over, watching as I toe the line between giving up control or desperately clinging to it. “That’s it, let it go.”
Every muscle in my body draws in tight, and my thighs quiver around his head.
“Let it go, my beautiful girl,” he purrs.
“Fuck!” I come hard and a gush of wetness squirts out of me and sprays over his cheeks and chin.
“Jesus Christ, yes.” He sinks into me, lapping up every drop he can. “Damn, Baby girl, drown me with it, come on.”
I shudder and shake against his relentless sucks, licks, and kisses as more seeps from me, running down his chin.
I’ve never done that before.
Our eyes lock. The blaze in his has me mesmerized. It’s hypnotic.
I ride out the last clenches in my body, then sag back onto my elbows, my grip falling from his hair.
He takes his time pressing gentle kisses over my sensitive flesh, and my pussy clenches when his stubble grazes my clit.
