She makes quick work of the button and fly on my pants, like she did my belt before it. I feel her fingertips, warm and firm, graze my shaft through my underwear, and I bite down on the crook of her neck. She arches her back, and I take the opportunity to finally slip my hands under her clothing, sliding her shirt up her body.
Her belly is taut and her skin is like silk against my lips. My mouth trails my hands, making their way up from her stomach to her ribs to the edge of her black lace bra. She’s not timid or hesitant as she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head, letting it fall to my floor. I grab the cups of her bra and dip them down so my fingers can roll her left nipple while my lips cover her right. She sighs and arches her back again. I move my mouth to her other nipple and my hand to the button on her jeans.
Her hands are reaching for my dick again, so I stop to grab them both and push them into the pillows above her head, pressing my body over hers. “You have too many clothes on,” she complains.
“Patience, love,” I murmur, and she makes a disgruntled sound in her throat, which makes me smile. “Now I’m going to make you wait even longer.”
She starts to make the noise again, catches herself, and stops biting her bottom lip. “Don’t hurt yourself,” I warn as I start to kiss my way down her body again. “I’m going to need those lips later. Around my cock, like you promised.”
I don’t waste time as I make my way down to those jeans again. I get them undone, and as I nip her hipbone, I command, “Lift.”
She raises her hips, and in one hard tug I get her jeans down her thighs. Her black lace underwear stays put. Not what I’d planned, but I can work with it. I use one hand to get her jeans down past her knees and as she kicks her way out of them, I settle between her legs and slide my tongue across the skin next to the lacy edge of her panties.
I run a finger down the center of her panties, and it’s not just damp—it’s soaked. I quiver with desire, every fucking part of me. I kiss her on top of the lace. “Griffin…please lick me.”
“Love, I am going to do more than lick you,” I warn and slip two fingers past the lace barrier. “I’m going to worship you.”
I pull the lace to the side, and before she can respond, my mouth is on her. Her thighs shake the second I touch her. I thought if and when we ever got to this stage that I would be nervous, tentative because it’s been a long time since I’ve done this to a woman. But any nerves I had have been burned away by desire, along with Sadie’s reaction to me. She’s pure and visceral, moaning and panting at every pass of my tongue, brush of my lips, press of my fingers. Her legs are splayed, her back is arched, her breath is ragged. And then a tremor ripples through her body, and she pushes her pussy into my mouth and wails my name. No, I’m not nervous. I’m Captain Fucking America.
But I don’t get to revel in my achievements, because despite the hot, red flush on her cheeks, the wobbliness of her limbs, she’s pulling herself off the bed. I sit back on my knees and watch her, amused and satisfied that the way she’s moving, like a baby deer on ice, is because of me. She finally makes it to her own knees, facing me, and starts to pull off my sweater.
“Too many clothes,” she repeats her complaint from earlier. I help her on her quest to get me naked, pulling the sweater over my head, but as I reach for the first button on my shirt she’s already got three undone, and before I know it, she’s shoving it off my body.
“I’ve got a lot of payback headed your way,” Sadie warns, kissing her way down my chest. I’ve never been happy to be targeted for revenge until now. I’d make a snarky comment about that, but I’m too busy enjoying the feel of her lips as they make their way across my torso. I’m so engrossed in the feel of that, I barely realize that she’s gotten my pants down until her lips brush my tip. Oh. My. God. It’s like a jolt of electricity through my entire body.
And then she’s suddenly got all of me in her warm, soft mouth and I’ve died and gone to heaven. I know it’s been a while since my sexual contact has been anything other than my hand, but this is incredible. And because of that I’m having a hard time holding back…I want to buck my hips, pushing myself deeper into her mouth, and I want to explode—soon. I find myself twisting her hair in my hands, and I worry it’s hurting her, so I start to let go, but that just makes her stop moving. Her big blue eyes look up at me from under her thick lashes and her mouth pulls back just long enough for her to whisper, “Don’t let go. I like it.”
So as she takes me in again, her tongue swirling over my shaft, I grab her hair again. She moves faster and deeper until…yeah, I’m going to come. I pull my hips back, but she grabs my ass with the hand not wrapped around my dick and holds me in place. Then she sucks harder and…I lose it completely. My knees shaking, my cock twitching, and my hips bucking. And I swear, I hear bells.
She pulls back and stands up way quicker than I would like. I force my eyes to focus and my head to clear. Her eyes are darting around the room. She gives me a quick but victorious smile, clearly pleased with herself. “Where are my pants?” she asks, and I’m confused. Is she leaving? “That’s my phone.”
Oh. Right. The bells I thought were caused in my brain by the earth-shattering orgasm are actually her phone ringing. I turn around and point. She darts over to the foot of the bed and picks up her pants, digging the phone out of the back pocket.
She turns her back to me as she answers, which is fine because she’s still naked and I can admire her beautiful body, including that incredible ass, which looks as tight and fine in the moonlight coming in through the open wall of windows as it felt in my hands.
“What?” she says into the phone. Her tone isn’t annoyed but definitely terse, like the person on the other end knows they’re interrupting something, which makes me think it must be one of her sisters. Probably Dixie, since I know that I picked her up at Dixie’s apartment. She doesn’t know I know that—she didn’t say it outright to me, but I dropped Eli off there after practice once when his car was at the mechanic’s.
“Whoa! Slow down!” Sadie says into her phone.
I reach down and grab a pair of shorts on the laundry pile and pull them on. She is listening to a high-pitched voice on the other end of the line. I can hear it, but can’t make out the words. “What part of the leg? Compound or stable fracture? Is there a bone protruding? Okay. That’s good. Are you sure it’s broken? How the hell did this happen? Where was his nurse?”
It’s her dad. Shit.
“Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll meet you there. Jen is head nurse tonight, and she’s a little abrupt,” Sadie says as she walks toward the door to my room. I trail behind her. “Drop my name. It will make her nicer. She likes me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She hangs up and I grab her arm just as she’s about to walk into the hall. “What’s wrong? Is it your dad?”
She nods and swallows a moment, clearly struggling to be calm. “He tried to walk without help for some reason. He was in the den, and the nurse had left him for a second, and I don’t know. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he fell and they think he broke his leg. They called an ambulance. I have to meet them at the hospital.”
“Okay. I can drive you.”
“No I’ll call a Lyft.” She shakes her head and then tucks some hair behind her ear and turns to my hall again. I refuse to let go of her arm, and when she turns back, her expression is annoyed.
“Sadie. I will drive you,” I repeat, and then my eyes drop quickly and lift to hers again. “After you put on clothes.”
She glances down, and hot pink color explodes on her apple cheeks. “Shit. Right. Oh, my God, I was actually going to walk out of here.”
“You would have felt a draft on the deck and figured it out,” I tell her as she walks back toward the bed and grabs her underwear. She dresses at lightning speed.
