“No,” she whispers. “I remember everything.”
Good.
I run my hands up the backs of her thighs and pull her closer, anchoring her right at the edge of the bed. I lick a slow stripe up her center and feel her entire body jolt.
“God—”
Her hands fly to my hair. I drag my tongue against her again, slower this time, savoring every shudder, every twitch, every soft, broken gasp she gives me like it’s penance.
I don’t stop. I don’t let up. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick the tip of my tongue against it until her hips rise off the mattress and she’s panting my name like it’s the only word she knows.
“Ethan—fuck—Ethan?—”
I don’t lift my head. I just pin her thighs down with my forearms and devour her like she’s the one thing I’ve been starving for.
Her heels press into the bed. Her body arches. Her thighs tremble around my shoulders and her breath catches again, and I know what’s coming.
“That’s it,” I mutter into her. “Let it go.”
She does.
The sound she makes is wrecked and frantic and perfect, and when she comes again for me—louder this time—I don’t move away. I stay there and taste every pulse of her body, every shake,every damn second of it, until she finally collapses back against the bed and sags into the sheets, eyes glazed, chest heaving.
I sit up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
She’s still trying to breathe.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does, slow and dazed and flushed all over.
“Your turn,” she says hoarsely.
I raise a brow, and she pushes up on her elbows like it costs her, but she does it anyway, crawling toward me until she’s kneeling in front of me on the mattress.
Her fingers go to my belt.
I don’t stop her.
She undoes it slow, dragging the leather out of the loops with a little smirk she can’t quite control, then pops the button and lowers the zipper. Her fingers are confident now. She wants this.
She wants me.
And when she takes me in her hand and strokes once, twice, I almost forget how to stand still.
“Lila,” I growl.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to?—”
“I know.” She kisses the inside of my hip. “But I want to.”
I close my eyes as her mouth wraps around me. Warm. Wet. Fucking perfect.
She doesn’t tease or hesitate. She takes me deep and moans when I twitch against her tongue.
My hands go to her hair. I gather it in my fist to keep it out of her face, to keep myself from losing control completely.
