Page 91 of Painted Truths

And I lap it up voraciously. Every single drop of arousal she leaks into my greedy mouth, I want it all.

“Fuck my mouth, Peach. Use me. Come for me.”

My words send her into a frenzy as she grips my hair tightly in her fists, using my face to get herself off. Flattening my tongue, she moves up and down against my drenched mouth, her body tremoring exquisitely.

Sensing she’s almost there, I move one hand from her perfect ass where I’ve been holding her up to slide two long fingers into her leaking core, causing her to throw her head back forcibly, hitting it off the tiled wall as she voices her pleasure.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Rolling my tongue along her convulsing cunt, I lap up every single drop of her pleasure as she shudders to completion all over my mouth.

First, setting one leg on the floor, followed by the other, I wait until she’s a little steadier before I lean forward to rest my head against her stomach while wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her close as she recedes from her orgasm.

She begins to play with my wet hair in the most soothing way as I feel any and all tension just drain away from me.

Sighing contentedly, I whisper, “Thank you, Peaches.”

Snorting softly, she says. “I think that’s meant to be my line.”

I turn my face to place a chaste kiss on her stomach before raising my eyes to meet hers, resting my chin on her.

“I mean it, Peach. I feel lighter, freer... less shackled by the past than I’ve been in the longest time. You’ve given that to me. You make me feel at peace. You make me feel like I could become a man who’s worthy of you.”

Rising to my feet, I catch her face between my palms, gently running my thumbs across the light pink blush staining her cheekbones as I stare intensely into her wide, deep blue eyes.

“So, thank you.”

I drop a kiss onto her upturned mouth before wrapping my arms around her wet nakedness, gathering her against my chest as we stand holding each other. The water sluices down our bodies for an age until her gentle voice breaks the silence.

“You already are worthy, Henry. I know you are. You just have to believe it too.”

This woman. I don’t know what I have done to deserve her, but I know now, in this moment, that I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to become the person she believes me to be.

I press a kiss atop her head. “Come on, Peach. Let’s have a quick swim before lunch.”

Looking up at me, her brows furrow adorably. “Lunch?”

Popping a devilish brow, I smirk as I shrug a shoulder. “Well, since I’ve already eaten the most delicious breakfast. Oof!”

She cuts me off, swatting my chest, and I’m unable to stop the peel of laughter that rings out as I take in the furious blush on her cheeks.

My good girl is out in full force now that I’ve licked the temptress into submission. That contrast of personalities will never get old for me.

We somehow manage to fall out of the shower laughing, and just as I stand behind her, placing a white satin robe over her shoulders, unable to stop myself from placing a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, I hear the shrill tone of my mobile phone ringing from the bedroom.

Not bothering with a robe for myself, I stand in the doorway of the ensuite, towelling my hair as she crosses the room to get the phone, tying the robe as she goes.

After glancing at the screen, she spins to face me, all levity gone from her features, brows furrowed as her eyes peer intensely into mine.

My stomach sinks before she says the words.

“It’s Alex. Shit! He can’t know I’m here with you. I need to talk to him face to face—we left things unresolved…”

Crossing the distance between us, I close my hands gently over her upper arms, peering down into her concerned face. Nibbling on her bottom lip as she tends to do when she’s feeling overwhelmed, her blue eyes are impossibly dark as she weighs up what to do next.

“Let me deal with my brother. Come on.” I steer her in the direction of the pool, shrugging off her concerned words and half-hearted attempts to push me away. “I’ve got this. Okay?”

Giving up, she sits on a lounger, tugging her robe tighter around her body to outline each delectable curve as I walk back to the villa to grab a towel and her Kindle. Handing both items over, I run my knuckles along her face, from temple to chin, gripping it gently as I drop a kiss on her soft mouth. I take a long moment to thrust my tongue inside once, then twice, and upon feeling her relax with the third thrust, I break our lips apart to stride back to the bedroom.