I put more lotion on my hands and work his chest first. He tugs at my nightshirt. “Take this off.”
I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side of the bed. With my breasts loose, he reaches up, cupping one in his hand. I pull from his grasp. “Oh no, this is supposed to be about making you feel good.”
His hand goes to my thigh, and he reaches between my legs. His finger rubs against the sodden middle of my panties. “If you think I’m going to leave you hanging, you don’t know me very well.”
I can’t resist, and when he slides his hand into the side of my panties and strokes my core, I lean into him. With his finger pumping in and out of me, I wrap a hand around his girth. His hips pummel into mine, and I stroke him from root to tip. He hisses a breath. “You feel so fucking good. Come up here.”
I stop stroking him. “Come up where?”
“Sit on my face.”
I gasp. “I’m not sitting on your face.”
He raises up to look at me. “Why? I promise you’ll like it.”
I open my mouth and close it again. “Because I don’t… you don’thave to?—”
He is practically licking his lips. “Trust me, I want to. Linds… climb up here. I wanna taste you.”
Gingerly, I move around the bed and lift my body. I hover over him, not wanting to smother the man or anything, but that’s not what he wants because he hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me down so I’m actually sitting on his face. He laps at me, and with each pass of his tongue over my clit, my body jerks. It isn’t long before he’s focused on that little swollen nub and he has me bucking.
I lean forward, and with his cock in my face, I open my mouth. His hips start to pump, and I bob up and down on him. My orgasm hits me fast and hard. I’m coming, and he’s relentless. He doesn’t stop. Already sensitive, another orgasm shoots through my body, and I pop off him and grind my teeth to keep from screaming.
When I start to come down, he helps me off and lays me on my back. He leans over and kisses me. The taste of him and me has me whimpering. I wrap my arms and legs around him, not wanting to let him go.
He lines his cock up at my center and slowly starts to pump into me. Big, slow strokes. “Eyes on me, Linds. I want you looking at me.”
The way he looks at me while making me feel this good is almost too much to take in. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him how I feel: that I’ve fallen in love with him, and I don’t want this to end. But I hold it in. If I tell him now, he’s going to think it’s because he’s saving Eli and me. Because I feel like I owe it to him or something.
And the truth is he did save us. But that’s not why I’ve fallen in love with him.
He reaches between us and puts a finger at my clit. Already sensitive, it pushes me over the edge, and soon we’re coming together, both grunting our releases.
Both of us are looking into the other’s eyes. I’ve never felt this close and so vulnerable to someone in my life.
He leans up to kiss me, and the lingering taste of me is still on his lips. He brings his hand up and strokes it across my cheek. “I liked seeing you happy today.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, not ready for this to be over. “Thank you for today. And thank you for sharing your family with Eli and me. We’ve neverhad that.”
“They love you, you know. Both of you.”
I look into his eyes, and it takes every bit of control to stop from asking him if he loves me. He’s already given me so much. I can’t expect him to fall in love with me, just like that.
He cups my face. “You know we need to finish our conversation from earlier… about making this permanent.”
I bring my hands up and cover his. “I think… I think that we should wait until this is over. The court case, the custody battle, all of it. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve given me.”
He stiffens. “You don’t owe me anything, Lindsey. I wanted to help you and Eli.”
I look away from him, disentangle my body from his, and stand up. Grabbing my clothes off the side of the bed, I hold them in front of me. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
I get into the bathroom, turn the water on, and don’t even wait for it to heat up. I climb in and gasp as the cold spray hits me. But that’s exactly what I need. I need something to wake me up from this la-la land I’m living in. There’s no way that MillerBrody wants anything permanent with me. He’s a fixer, and tomorrow, when the custody battle is over and everything returns to normal, he’s going to come to his senses and see that we don’t have a lot in common.
The shower door slides open. “Can I join you?”
I nod without looking at him.
He stands behind me and grabs my loofah off the shelf. He squirts soap on it and slowly starts scrubbing my body. He does it quietly and thoughtfully, and I slowly start to let my defenses down.
