I slipped my hand lower, to the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her hips to help me work the fabric down her legs. I knelt between her thighs, my heart pounding as I looked up at her. “You’re sure about this, Allie?” Raw emotion and desire filled my voice.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I trust you, Hail. Completely.”
Her words sent a surge of heat through me, and I leaned in to kiss the inside of her thigh. Her skin was impossibly soft, andI could smell her heat, sweet and heady. I trailed kisses up her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my touch, until I reached her center. She was wet and warm, and I groaned at the sight of her.
I started slowly, using my fingers to part her folds, exploring her with gentle touches that made her gasp. I found the sensitive bud at her core and circled it with my thumb, watching as her back arched and her breath caught in her throat. Her hips moved against my hand, her body seeking more contact, and I obliged, increasing the pressure.
When I leaned in to taste her, she cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I used my tongue to trace the same patterns my fingers had, licking and sucking gently, feeling her body tense and release with each touch. Her breath came in quick gasps, her hips moving in time with my mouth.
I slipped one finger inside her, then another, moving them slowly as I continued to stroke her with my tongue. She was so tight, so warm, and I could feel her body gripping my fingers as I moved them in and out. She moaned, her back arching off the workbench.
I crooked my fingers, finding the sensitive spot inside her, and she came undone. Her body convulsed around my fingers, her back arching as she cried out my name, her voice broken and filled with pleasure. I gentled my touch, slowing my movements as she rode out her orgasm, her body trembling beneath my hands.
Afterward, I helped her dress and sat on the floor with her on my lap. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. I stroked her hair, still unable to believe this incredible female was mine, that she’d trusted me with her pleasure, her vulnerability.
“That was…” Her voice came out soft and wondering.
“Amazing,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
“I was going to say life-changing, but amazing works too.” She tilted her head to look at me, eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.
Life-changing. Yes, that was exactly what this was. What she was. My entire world had shifted the day she walked into my pottery barn, and now I couldn’t imagine existing without her.
“You didn’t…” She pointed to my engorged cock.
“Maybe one day. Not to-today.”
“We’ll see. In fact?—”
Rapid footsteps outside made us both freeze. The intimate bubble we’d created burst. Tressa barked once, her warning signal that someone was approaching.
“Hail? Are you in there?” Dungar’s voice carried through the wood.
“Just a minute,” I called back, helping Allie smooth her hair.
She looked thoroughly kissed, her lips swollen and her skin flushed. I probably looked worse, my hair standing up in all directions from her fingers.
“Pottery lesson?” she suggested with a grin that made my heart skip.
“Very…hands-on instruction.” I couldn’t keep the satisfaction out of my voice.
I unlocked the door to find Dungar waiting with his sheriff’s expression in place.
Tressa moved over to stand in the open doorway, alert, her white ears swiveling at every sound from the street.
“Everything alright?” I asked, though Dungar’s tense posture suggested it wasn’t.
“So far,” he said gravely. “No one’s seen them in town.” His gaze sought Allie’s. “Maybe we won’t see them again.”
“They’ll be back.”
If anyone would know how they’d behave, it was her.
“I also heard from Detective Fernandez. He’ll be ready soon. I’ll set up a time when we can all meet. Until then, be careful.”
If only she was willing to let us hide her until this was over.
Chapter 17
