‘I really don’t think I can.’Regretful, much?
‘Aye?’ My gaze tracks back up his body to where one eyebrow quirks. ‘Why is that, then?’
Is there a polite way of citing overuse? I open my mouth, think better of it, closing it again, opting instead to come down from my push up position, leaning awkwardly on my forearm instead. So, not intentional—no, really—but somehow I’ve ended up almost eye to, erm, eye with not-so-little-Rory.
‘Option three it is then?’
‘B—but you can’t possibly be hard?’ I stutter incredulously. We had a lot of sex last night.A loooot of sex.And though I have slept, prior to that revelation, it seemed as though only moments would pass before one of us would reach out to the other during our drowsing and the heat between us would flare again.How on earth can he be ready again?
‘Tell him that.’ My eyes follow the low path of Rory’s gaze and he exhales a sultry chuckle. My insides flip, as does the notion of being unable to go another round.
‘You couldn’t possibly.’Could you?‘I don’t think I even can.’ Even as I say this, my gaze flicks once more between his face and... well, you know...
‘No?’ he purrs, one finger lifting my chin, making me pink in the face. ‘I know he’s an eyeful, but pay attention.’ Again with the smirk! ‘How about... I make it nice. Real sweet.’
Along with my resistance, I feel the marrow in my bones melt. It’s not that I think he really means it, because he hardly went easy all night, which suited me surprisingly well. What turns me to goo is that hewants mestill. Even if it is just for my body and just for now.And just for the record, I’m also good with this.And that satin sleek length protruding between us? That’s because of me.And all for me.It’s just a case of channelling the little red engine, isn’t it? I think I can, therefore I’m good to go again?
At this rate, my channel will end up a little red, anyway.
I think my dignity must’ve gone on vacation overnight.
‘So sweet,’ he murmurs, sliding both hands under my arms to pull me upwards against him. Almost face to face now, my eyes flutter closed as I anticipate the feeling of his lips against mine, opening suddenly as he flips us both.
‘Oh!’
Pushing me against the pillows, Rory begins sliding downwards; placing soft kisses against my skin.
‘Oh—don’t. I mean—’Ohh, yesss.‘But, no. I—’ Oh my God, if he’s heading where I think he is—surely not after last night. Marcus would only go...downif I’d recently showered and neveraftersex.
‘Shh,’ he whispers, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking softly before, sure enough, moving further south. As he settles himself between my legs, he holds his palms against my thighs, spreading my conflicted legs wider, his wicked gaze rolling up my body to meet my own. ‘I’ll kiss it all better.’ His tone is laced with husk and honey. ‘I promise.’
‘But I’m all—’
My words halt immediately as the point of his tongue delicately grazes my clit.I’m down. Oh, I’m definitely down for that now.
‘What was that, darlin’?’
I moan loudly as his tongue flicks out again; curling my fists under the pillow, I fight my body’s urge to push up into his face.
‘Yeah, I thought that’s what you’d said.’
Even as my mind tells me that this surely can’t be pleasant for him, my hips rise of their own accord to meet the breath he blows across my centre.
‘Anybody ever tell you you’ve a very pretty pussy, Fin?’
My heart pounds.
At how he’s addressing that part of my anatomy.
At the flash of memory those words bring.
At the thoughts of the secrets I’m not sharing.
But as his tongue flicks out, simultaneously sliding two long fingers inside, all my thoughts turn heavenwards.
‘Oh, my fucking god.’ Well, sort of.
His broad, flat tongue presses harder, his lips fastening over my clit. The feeling is so intense against my sensitive flesh, my hips almost spring from the bed.
