Her fingers trail down my stomach to my belt. She undoes the buckle with care and pushes my jeans down until I step out of them. We’re standing in her candlelit bedroom, stripped down to almost nothing, existing in the same space for the first time without fear.
“Come here,” I say and pull her onto the bed.
The sheets are cool against my back. As she settles on top of me, herhair falls around us. I reach up and pull the pins free, letting it tumble down in waves. I twirl a piece in my fingers while she looks down at me.
“For some reason, I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this,” she admits, studying me.
I flip us so she’s beneath me, her hair spread across the white pillows. “I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again.”
I kiss her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, then her mouth. I taste her while my hands explore every inch of skin I can. I kiss down her neck and feel her pulse flutter against my lips. My lips trail down the hollow of her throat and across her collarbone until I find the space between her breasts. I worship my way down her body, enjoying the sweetness of her skin.
“Louis,” she breathes, getting worked up.
Addison unhooks her bra and slides it off. My mouth finds her breast, and I take my time flicking across her hard peak as her fingers twist in my hair.
When I reach her underwear, I press a kiss to her hip bone, then the other. I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down her legs. She’s completely bare now, glowing in the candlelight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more perfect in my entire life.
“Let me see you,” I say.
I slide off the bed and move to the end of the mattress. I reach forward, grabbing her ankles and scooting her ass to the edge before I drop to my knees. I settle between her legs, giving her exactly what she wants. The gasps and moans she makes as she trembles gut me.
Her hips lift toward my mouth, and I grip them, holding her steady while I take my time. She’s spread before me, letting me have everything I want. My only goal is to make her feel so fucking good that she forgets her own name.
“Louis, I—” She can’t finish because I know she’s close.
When I can taste it, I slow down.
“Not yet.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, letting her come down from the edge.
“You’re. So. Evil,” she says between pants.
“You chose it.” I kiss her other thigh, then drag my tongue slowly across her hip bone. “Because you enjoy it.”
“I do.”
She smiles, and her head falls back against the pillows. She lets out a frustrated groan that makes me smile against her. Right now, I’m savoring her and working my way back up her body. I take my time kissing her stomach, the curve of her ribs, the underside of her breast. By the time I reach her mouth, she’s trembling.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips. “Touch me.”
I drag my featherlight touch down her side. “Where?”
She grabs my hand and pushes it between her legs. “There.”
I give her one slow stroke, and she gasps.
“Louis.” My name comes out like a threat.
“Yes?”
“More.”
I kiss her jaw, her neck, the spot below her ear that she loves. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
But I can tell by how her body responds to every touch. She’s desperate for me like I’m the only one who can give her what she needs.
I slide back down and settle between her thighs again. This time, I start slow, barely any pressure, just enough to make her squirm. I work her back up, and her hips roll toward me. I let her find a rhythm, let the pleasure build until she’s right at the edge, until her thighs start to shake.
