She just stands there, watching me come for her with those dark eyes that see straight through every wall I’ve ever built.
I stop inches away from her, close enough to see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. Close enough to count the water droplets still clinging to her collarbone.
“Tell me to stop.” The words come out rough, barely recognizable as my own voice. “Tell me to go back to that couch and pretend I don’t want to tear that robe off your body.”
She doesn’t say anything.
I fist my hands at my sides to keep from reaching for her. “I need you to say the words, Skylar. I need you to tell me no, because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you. And if I kiss you, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”
Something inside me gives way.
I grab her face in both hands and crush my mouth against hers. She gasps, and I swallow the sound as I slide my tongue past her lips to taste mint toothpaste and something sweeter underneath. Something that’s purely her. I drink it in like I’ve been starving for this exact flavor my entire life.
She grabs my shirt with both fists. I expect her to push me away. To come to her senses and remember all the reasons she hates me.
Instead, she yanks me closer.
I groan into her mouth and walk her backward until her back meets the wall. The impact makes her gasp again, and I tilt her head back to take the kiss deeper. My tongue strokes against hers until she whimpers, and the sound travels straight to my cock. I grind my hips forward so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
“Ten years.” I tear my mouth from hers just long enough to speak against her lips. “Ten years I’ve thought about this. About you. About what I’d do if I ever got another chance to touch you.”
“Shut up.” She fists her hands in my hair and drags my mouth back to hers.
I’m happy to oblige.
I find the tie of her robe and tug it loose. The fabric falls open, revealing inch after inch of soft, damp skin. I pull back just far enough to look at her, and my breath catches.
She’s even more beautiful than I remembered.
Full breasts with dusky nipples are already peaking from arousal. The generous curve of her waist flows into hips made for my fingers. I want to bury myself between those soft thighs. Every inch of her is lush and perfect, and the sight makes my wolf howl with possessive satisfaction.
I hold eye contact as I push the robe off her shoulders. It pools at her feet, leaving her completely bare against the wall. “You are something special. You always have been.”
Before she can argue, I drop to my knees.
She grabs my shoulders as I nudge my mouth against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Bryan, what are you—”
“I’ve spent ten years dreaming about how you taste.” I drag my tongue along the crease where her thigh meets her hip, and a shudder runs through her body. “Let me find out if reality lives up to the memory.”
She lets out a whimper, and I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and bury my face between her thighs.
The first taste of her makes me groan against her flesh. She’s already wet. Slick and sweet on my tongue. The sound she makes when I lick a broad stripe through her folds is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I do it again, slower this time, savoring every drop of her arousal while she curls her fingers into my shoulders.
“Oh, God.” She tips her head back against the wall with a soft thunk. “Bryan.”
I find her clit and circle it with the tip of my tongue. She bucks her hips against my face, and I use one hand to pin them to the wall while the other slides between her thighs. Two fingers find her entrance and press inside, and she’s so wet they glide in without resistance. Her heat surrounds my fingers, and I groan at the thought of how she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock.
“You’re soaked.” I pump my fingers in and out while my tongue keeps working her clit. “Is this all for me, sweetheart? Have you been walking around this wet while pretending you don’t want me?”
“I hate you.” But she sounds breathy. Desperate. She grinds her hips against my face in a way that says the opposite of her words.
I curl my fingers and find the spot that makes her cry out. “Hate me all you want. Just don’t stop making those sounds.”
I work her with my fingers while my mouth focuses on her clit. Sucking. Licking. Driving her higher with every stroke. She trembles against me, and I feel her getting close in the way she clenches around my fingers. The fluttering that warns me she’s about to fall apart.
“That’s it.” I apply more pressure on that spot inside her while flicking my tongue faster. “Come for me, Skylar. Let me feel it.”
