I slid one finger beneath the side, tugged once, and tore them off with a snap that made her gasp and clutch the edge of the table.
“Yeah, baby.” I dropped to my knees between her legs while keeping my eyes locked on hers. “That’s the name you use when I’m about to make you forget every other damn thing.”
Her thighs trembled when I pushed them wider, and the sight of her spread open on my work table, wet and already shaking for me, hit harder than any race I’d ever won. My hands curved around her hips, holding her exactly where I wanted her while my mouth hovered close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off her.
I dragged my thumb over the inside of her thigh, slow enough to make her squirm, and smiled when her hips twitched toward me. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. You came here with dinner, but this is what you really wanted, wasn’t it? For me to lock that door, put you up on my table, and remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Her breath broke on a moan, and I didn’t wait another second. I leaned in and put my mouth on her, and the first drag of my tongue through her soaked heat nearly snapped what little control I had left. She tasted fucking perfect, sweet and hot enough to make my grip tighten on her thighs as a low groan tore out of me before I could hold it back.
Her body jerked beneath my hands, her hips lifting off the table like she was trying to chase more and run from it at thesame time, and the contradiction made something possessive roll through my chest.
I pinned her with one forearm across her lower belly, holding her exactly where I wanted her while I licked deeper, taking my time because I’d been imagining this since she walked into my bay.
Her head tipped back, her mouth falling open on a gasp that turned into my name when I sealed my lips around her clit. The sound hit me straight in the cock, making me throb so hard behind my jeans that the pressure bordered on pain. I worked her slowly at first, my tongue circling and flicking, taking her apart with my mouth until she forgot about everything except me.
“Fuck, Saylor.” I dragged my mouth just far enough away that my breath washed over her swollen, glistening flesh, making her shiver hard enough to rattle the tools beside us. “You taste so good I’m already thinking about dragging you back to my bed and keeping my head between these thighs until sunrise. This pussy’s telling me you knew exactly what you wanted. Me on my knees, making you come so hard you won’t be able to stand straight when I finally let you off this table.”
She whimpered, fingers twisting into my hair, trying to pull me closer. I caught her wrists with one hand and pressed them to the table beside her hips, then looked up the line of her body while my tongue slid over her again. Her breasts rose and fell beneath her shirt with every ragged breath, her skirt bunched around her waist, her thighs trembling open around my shoulders while she tried to hold herself together and failed piece by piece.
The sight burned itself into me, and I knew right then I’d never work at this table again without seeing her like this. All mine, her slick heat on my tongue and my name breaking apart in her throat.
I went back to her clit harder, sucking it into my mouth and stroking it with my tongue until she cried out, her spine bowing off the metal surface. Her taste flooded my mouth, and I groaned into her, using the vibration deliberately. Then I slid two fingers through the mess I’d made of her, teasing her entrance without pushing in yet, just letting her feel the promise while my mouth kept working that swollen little bud.
She clenched around nothing, her hips grinding helplessly, and I smiled against her because she was so fucking responsive it made me want to ruin her in the best way possible.
“That’s it, baby. Grind against my mouth. Use me. Fuck my tongue. I have you spread open on my table, dripping down my chin, and I’m not stopping until you break for me.”
I finally pushed my fingers into her, slow enough to make her feel the stretch, dragging a strangled moan from her lips as her inner muscles clamped down around me. My mouth stayed on her clit while my fingers worked her open, curling just right until she made a helpless noise and tried to close her thighs around my head. I shoved them wider with my shoulders, grinding my aching cock against the edge of the table like a starving bastard because tasting her had turned into its own kind of torture.
She got louder as I pushed her closer, her breathing breaking into uneven little cries that made the locked bay feel more private than any bedroom. Her thighs shook around my head, her hips lifting with every stroke of my tongue and fingers, and when I looked up, her face was wrecked in the prettiest way I’d ever seen. Eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed, mouth open, she looked like she was right on the edge of begging, and I wanted the words almost as much as I wanted the climax.
“Look at me,” I ordered, pulling back just enough to make her whine at the loss before I pressed my thumb against her clit and kept my fingers moving inside her. “Open those pretty eyes and watch me. I want you to know who’s making you feel likethis. I want you always thinkin’ about being bent over something sturdy with my hands on you when you walk into my bay.”
Her dazed eyes opened and locked on mine while her body clenched around my fingers in a way that made my control splinter. I held her stare and lowered my mouth again, giving her no warning before sucking her clit hard enough that her cry tore through the room. When the orgasm finally hit, her body locked tight before shuddering beneath me as she screamed my name and came all over my mouth. “Levi! Yes, oh yes!”
I stayed with her through every wave, easing the pressure only when her cries turned breathless, and her thighs started trembling too hard to hold themselves open. Her release coated my fingers and tongue, and I licked her slowly while she twitched through the aftershocks, not wasting a damn drop because I was already addicted to the taste of her.
By the time I finally lifted my head, my chest was heaving, my jeans were painfully tight, and Saylor had melted backward on the table like I’d taken every thought out of her head and left only pleasure behind. I stood just enough to gather her against me, and her forehead dropped against my shoulder. I felt her shaky little laugh before I heard it. I kissed the side of her head, entirely too satisfied with myself and not remotely interested in pretending otherwise.
I brushed my mouth against her ear and let the smugness bleed into my voice. “Dinner’s probably cold now, but I don’t give a shit, baby. Best fucking meal I’ve had all week.”
11
SAYLOR
The final bell had rung almost twenty minutes ago, but I was still dragging my feet on leaving. It had been a long week, and I was tired. But there was a happy little hum underneath it all as I gathered my things.
I paused in the doorway of my classroom and glanced next door. Rain was still at her desk, and she looked up, grinning when she saw me. “Heading out to see that man of yours? I swear, Century’s got you wifed up. Should I start calling you an old lady yet, or are we waiting for the patch?”
I laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re ridiculous. We literally only met each other three weeks ago.”
“Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that,” she replied with a knowing wink. “Have fun tonight!”
I waved goodbye and headed down the hallway toward the staff parking lot, smiling. Rain hadn’t been entirely wrong about Levi and me because I had spent most of my nights at the clubhouse since that first one. Waking up wrapped in Levi’s arms, I was happier than I could ever remember being. Our relationship was moving quickly, but it felt right.
Stepping into the late afternoon sun, I squinted down at my purse to grab my keys, already looking forward to seeing Levi. I had just reached my car when Sutton suddenly stepped out from behind it, directly into my path.
She looked terrible. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair was messy, and her eyes were wild. I’d never seen her disheveled like this. She usually took so much pride in her looks.
