She shakes from head to toe, her thighs squeezing around my head. “Gosh. Yes. So close,” is her muffled reply from behind her palm.
Fuck.
My fingers tunnel deeper, harder inside her. My lips suck and pull at her clit.
Then in one instant, she goes still. Every muscle contracted. Every movement frozen. Every sound condensed into a choked gasp.
I take that as my cue to give her swollen clit one final tug with my lips. When I do, her body convulses, a violent wave rippling through her until her limbs collapse in a slack heap.
Her head falls to the side and my name spills quietly from her lips. “Lincoln…”
She continues to shake and I stay there, on my knees, planting soft kisses all over her sticky skin until her shivers fade away.
Then I nibble a path up her body and drop down on the mattress beside her. She giggles quietly when my kisses dip into the curve of her neck.
“Christ, woman. You have no idea how good you taste. I think I’m addicted.” I finish with a kiss to her lips.
When I try to pull away, she pulls me back in, sweeping her tongue into my mouth. I make note of the deep groan she emits when she tastes herself in our kiss.
“That was so fucking good,” she whispers. “How does it get better every time?”
“It’s one of my skills.” I grin crookedly.
She grins back. “Agreed. But don’t put that one on your resume. Save that special talent just for me.”
“That won’t be a problem, Troublemaker. This mouth is for your pleasure alone.” I kiss her lips again.
She runs a hand down the center of my chest. “I feel like I owe you some sort of compensation for doing such a good job.”
Clasping her wrist, I guide her hand to my aching erection. “I have to agree.”
She strokes and squeezes me through my pants for a moment, then she peels herself off the bed and climbs over me.
“Let’s get you undressed, Mr. Button-Up,” she says as she reaches for the collar of my shirt. She focuses on the buttons, slowly undoing them one by one.
I focus on her.
Her matted hair. Her heated skin. Her pretty smile. Her soft giggles in the muted light.
I want more of this.
I want it all the time.
I’m fully aware that this marriage stuff isn’t supposed to be real. But I can’t be expected to fight these feelings. No man is strong enough to resist the intensity of this chemistry I have with Jules.
Lifting my hand, I run a knuckle across her delicate cheekbone. “Clause four…” I say quietly.
Her movements halt. Her stare shifts to mine. “Clause four?” she questions, but her eyes tell me she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Our no intimacy clause is becoming a bit of a problem for me, Mrs. Raines.” My voice crackles in the quietness of the room.
“How so, Mr. Raines?” she asks innocently, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and rubbing her warm, soft palms over my tingling skin.
My knuckle trails from her cheek down to her mouth. “Because every time you pout these lips at me, I just want to kiss them. And whenever you start running that sassy mouth, I just want to give it something better to do.”
Jules nods earnestly. “Relatable. When you make that grumpy face at me, I just want to sit on it.”
A chuckle dies in my throat when she undoes my belt buckle. She unzips my pants. She frees my erection from the cage that’s been holding it back.
