I curl my hand around the base of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. My back arches against the counter as he comes down on me, his kiss hard and demanding. I hate that I want this, but I also think that’s why it feels so damn good.
His tongue dives in, sweet and hot, determined to obliterate any reservations I have still gripping my sanity. I completely let go and submit to the desire fueling my movements.
There’s a rumble in his throat as I slide my hands over the hard muscles of his chest. One of his legs slides between mine, parting them. I grind against it, my pulsing clit desperate to be touched.
His lips break away long enough for him to mutter a curse, and then he’s on my neck, gliding his tongue along the soft skin. I let my neck fall to the side to give him better access and stifle a moan.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, Aspen. I don’t mind announcing to the whole house that I finally have you, but I don’t think you want that.”
I bite my lip as his hands run down the front of my body, pausing to palm my breasts over the thin fabric.
His grin widens, and his emerald eyes pierce mine. “I hope you’re not too attached to this.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter.
His hands meet at the top of my tank and tear it right down the middle like it’s nothing. I’m about to scold him when he bends down and takes my hardened peak in his mouth. The swirl of his tongue and his gentle nibbles make my knees buckle.
He flicks his eyes up at me and hooks his fingers under the hem of my shorts and the elastic string of my underwear, pulling them both down.
I’m panting when he stands back upright and cups the back of my thighs, lifting me up onto the island.
“Ah,” I cry out and smack his chest as the cold marble hits my skin.
He laughs and kisses me again. When he pulls away, his forehead is still touching mine while his hands squeeze my thighs. “Open your legs for me.”
I inhale sharply and do as I was told.
Baylor takes a small step back and slides a thumb across my slippery core. His head tilts down to watch, and he licks his lower lip. “What, are you shy? Wider, Penny.”
I push the outside of my knees against the counter, hovering on the edge.
“Good girl.” He holds my gaze, and he kneels, sinking his mouth onto my center.
As soon as his tongue strokes my clit, I fall back onto my elbows and gasp. “Oh my God, Baylor.”
His hot breath hits me as he releases a husky laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to make you say that with my tongue on your pussy.”
My skin ignites at his words, and my thighs tremble as he hooks them over his shoulders, kissing me once again. His tongue works in skillful strokes. Swirling, sucking, and nibbling until I’m writhing beneath him. I thread my fingers through his hair, needing more.
He hums at my eagerness and grabs my thighs, yanking me further into him. I yipe as my entire ass leaves the counter.
He’s holding me, devouring me.
My breath quickens as my core twists with a pending release, but Baylor rises before I find it.
I whimper, on the verge of tears.
In one swift movement, he pulls the elastic band of his briefs down and releases his cock. It hits my thigh before he grabs hold of it, and I almost reconsider what we’re about to do because there’s no way he’ll fit.
Baylor’s face pinches as he lines himself up at my entrance. “Fuck.”
I squirm impatiently. “Baylor!”
“Stop. I don’t have a condom,” he rasps, taking a slow breath.
“You didn’t plan on fucking me in the kitchen at four a.m.?” I giggle.
“No, smart-ass. But that’s not going to stop me. Wrap your legs around me. I’m taking you upstairs.”
