Page 137 of Lucky Shot

The thought prevails as I dart my tongue in and out of her while I rub the pads of my fingers onto her clit—over and over. She squirms and bucks her hips right back against my tongue.

I get lost in the taste of her, the moan of my name, and the gush that hits my tongue as her body tenses and then shudders against me. I lap that shit up like a fucking dog because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this—tasting her, smelling her, feeling her. All of it.

“Hardy.” She pants my name over and over as her fingers tighten in the sheets, and she protests when I give one last swipe of my tongue before straightening up. The cool air on her wet skin must add another piece to the sensitivity puzzle.

“You taste so bloody good.” I lick a line up her spine, the goosebumps there a texture against my tongue. “So fucking good.”

She yelps as I line my cock up against her pussy but doesn’t even give me time to adjust before she pushes back onto it like a goddamn pro.

Christ. My head dizzies and vision goes white as the pleasure swamps and overtakes me. And I can’t even catch my breath or my bearings before she begins moving back and forth on me.

I watch her pussy stretch around my cock as it takes every fucking inch I have to give her. I groan at the sight. At the globes of her arse and the taut, pink skin sucking me in. At the slick sounds of me moving in and out of her as her cum coats my cock. At the way she drops her head down as if the pleasure is too fucking much to bear.

And it is. It’s everything I want and could imagine in one striking moment.

I ride the crest of my orgasm with her moan of encouragement and groans of ecstasy. With her body moving in tune with mine and my hands gripping her hips so damn hard to prevent myself from slamming into her and jarring her still healing body.

It’s a balance of urgency and delicacy.

Of need and desire.

Of greed and . . . yes, fucking love.

“Fuck.” I cry the word out as my body freefalls into the sensations of my climax. My hips jerk and body tenses. I bury myself as far as I fucking can in her until I can’t go any farther.

And as soon as I finish coming, but with my body still jerking, I spin her around, pin her to the mattress, and take from her lips until I can’t take any more.

Her lips move against mine like we have a language only the two of us know. I kiss her until my body stops shuddering, and my heart decelerates. I run my hands over her, needing to feel her soft skin beneath my palms.

Fucking hell . . . this woman. She’s everything.

“Mmm,” she murmurs as I roll off her but pull her onto me. There’s too much space between us. “That was . . . exactly what my martinis ordered.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head. She looks up at me, those lashes fluttering and green eyes searching mine. I’m overcome with emotion and thoughts about possibilities I never would have thought were possible months ago.

But here we are.

“One more question,” I murmur.

“Foosball is over.” She pats her hand over my heart.

“Humor me.” I run the back of my hand down the side of her face and fight what I no longer can. “Tell me one thing I’d be surprised to know about you.”

Her brows furrow, but her smile is so relaxed and comfortable. “One thing you’d be surprised to know about me?”

“Yes.”

“That you are the most unexpected thing to ever happen in my life when I’ve had a lot of unexpected things.” She presses a kiss into the palm of my hand. “Your turn. What’s one thing I’d be surprised to know about you?”

“I have two things.”

“Is that so?”

“Hmm.” I run my fingers through her hair and tuck more behind her ear. “We have plans tomorrow night. A surprise I’ve . . . set up for you.”

“Plans?” She perks up some. “Like a date?”

“Something like that.” She’s going to lose her mind on this one. More so than all of the other surprises that Martin, Suri, and I have been organizing behind the scenes. “A little something before I leave for my road trip.”