I’m barely within arm’s reach before she grabs my shirt and pulls me in, crashing her mouth to mine. Her hand finds mine, guiding it with quiet authority from her waist and lower, showing me exactly where she wants me.
I break the kiss just long enough to breathe. “Nora…”
“Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me,” she whispers. Her voice is pure permission and absolute certainty.
I follow her directions. She guides my hand beneath the waistband of her leggings and then her underwear. My fingers brush against a small patch of hair before two fingers slide down her slit. Her arousal coats me. With her hand over mine, she moves me up and down. It’s slow and careful at first. Then her breath catches, and her nails bite lightly into my shoulder.
“Oh. Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice unsteady. “Keep going.”
She releases my hand, and I continue doing exactly what she showed me, because I want this to be right. And when she tips her head back, eyes closing, lips parting on my name, something in me goes wild. I want her. Whatever she’ll give me.
“Don’t stop.” The words fall off her lips in one quick breath.
“I won’t.” I kiss her cheek and down to her jaw.
“Oh, Miles. That feels so good. Fuck me with two fingers.”
Using the wall for leverage, she lifts her leg over my hip. I catch it with my free hand, holding her steady, opening her to me. I find her entrance and slide two fingers inside her wet heat.
She moans. “Now—just like that. In and out.”
I do exactly what she asks.
“Oh—fuck,” she breathes. “More. Harder. Faster.”
I throb behind my zipper. I’ve never been this turned on before. I want to stay right here, stretch this out, not let it spiral the way it did at Black Beach. But she moves against my hand, chasing the sensation, and I’m not sure how long I can keep control.
“How does that feel?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
“Mmm. So good. Tell me how it feels for you.”
I lick my lips, my nerves getting to me. I want to make sure I say the right thing. “I like hearing you moan my name.”
“I like saying it. Miles.”
I jerk in my pants. Needing a distraction to stop thinking about how much I want her, I bend down and wrap my lips around her nipple, swirling my tongue over her piercing.
“Ah! Fuck. Miles. I’m going to—” She clenches around my fingers and moans out my name. Her head falls back against the wall, her chest heaving. Slowly, her eyes drift open, and I slide my hand from between her legs.
She nibbles on her bottom lip for a second before asking, “Have you tasted a woman before?”
I shake my head.
“Taste me. Put your fingers in your mouth.”
I lift my fingertips to my lips, slide them onto my tongue, and suck. The flavor hits—sweet and salty, unfamiliar and intoxicating. Exotic. Something I immediately want more of.
“Can I… can I go down on you?”
Twenty-Two
Billiard Balls
Nora
No one has ever used those exact words with me before. Usually, they just go, or I nudge them along with a gentle push to the shoulders. But this—this is new. It’s not the best dirty talk, but it also could be worse. My lips skim the curve of his ear. “I know you can do better. Tell me exactly what you want to do.” He stills. When I ease back, his gaze shifts, slightly darker.
He swallows. “I want to lick your pussy.”
