Page 76 of Fallen Crown

“I want you. I want to feel you inside me.”

Those words are a sweet, sweet torture. There’s nothing I want more than to tug her panties to the side and bring us both to the height of ecstasy, but I didn’t exactly expect anything like this to happen on the racecourse.

“Tucker, I don’t have—I’ve got nothing.”

“My first aid kit,” she says, drawing my face to hers, kissing me deeply. “Check my first aid kit.”

“Are you sure—I—I need you to be sure.” Even as I say it, I’m struggling to keep myself in check. Touching her, pressed tight against her, hearing those breathy, turned-on sounds in my ear, is undoing any hint of willpower I might have possessed where she’s concerned.

“Yes,” she says against my lips. “Yes.”

Instead of leaving her, I cradle her close, and I rock against her. She drags her nails down my back to clutch my ass, and she keeps me tight to her. I’m stalling because this feels so good, but also because I’m not sure we should go further. I want to—I really, really want to—but I already feel so much for her, and sex hasn’t been completely meaningless for me in years. Being with her might crack something open that I’ll never be able to shut again. Rather than mocking my brothers from the sidelines, I fear I’ll become them. Be so deeply immersed in my emotional connection to her that I won’t be able to see straight. Everything already feels blurry, as though I’m uncertain where she ends and I begin. Solidifying that connection, putting it into sharp focus, is dangerous.

But I’m here—standing at the line—begging myself to both step over it and run for the hills. I want her so fucking much.

“Brice, please,” she moans. “Please.”

Fuck it. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right.

“I want to go down on you.”

She shakes her head. “You don’t have—”

“I want to.” I smooth her hair from her face, and I roll my hips against her most sensitive spot again. “Let me lick your pussy. I want to make you come.”

“Orgasms are like magical unicorns for me. You’ll be down there forever.”

“Sounds like a hell of a way to pass the time in this isolated cabin—searching for a magical creature between your legs.” I keep my tone light even though inside I’m pissed off. It’s obvious her husband made her feel as though her pleasure wasn’t worth his time and energy. Given all the other things I know about him, I shouldn’t be surprised. The only good news is that I’m certain if we do this, she’ll never go back to him.

“If you’re sure…” She bites her lip.

I don’t need a second invitation. Sliding down her body, I keep the sleeping bag on her while I discard her panties, and I cradle her ass in my palms. “Tell me when it feels good,” I say, and then I slide my tongue up her center. She’s wet and sweet on my lips. “I want to make you feel good.”

She moans, and her hand strays to my shoulder, squeezing while I start a gentle rhythm. “That’s—oh, oh, wow.”

Her other hand is clenched around the couch cushion beside me, and when she rocks her hips against the slide of my tongue, I’m know I’m onto a winner. Patience and consistency are the keys. I’m careful to keep her thigh with the bandage out of the way. The pleasure-pain threshold is something we can discover together later. I could see Tucker getting off on that, but right now, all I want is to give her an orgasm she’ll never forget. Me, between her legs, my tongue pressed to her core.

When I slip my tongue inside her, and I use my thumb to caress her nub in slow circles, her short nails dig into my shoulder.

“Tell me,” I murmur.

“More,” she says. “More. I think I’m—” She lets out a breathy sound that’s an incredible turn on, and my dick twitches in response. “I’m close.” Her hand flexes on my shoulder. “A little…a little faster.”

I follow her directions, and I can feel her body tightening.

“How are you so good at this?” She sounds almost offended, and I release a soft chuckle at Maren coming out at the last minute.

The vibration of my laugh has an unexpected impact, and her hips rocket off the couch while she cries out something indistinguishable. She pulses around my tongue, and I lap her up, relishing in my success. One magical creature discovered.

I kiss a line up her body, and when I reach her lips, she drags me tight to her.

“Now give me your horn,” she says next to my ear.

I chuckle against her neck. “You still want it?” I peer down at her, and there’s a softness around her eyes that causes warmth to spread across my chest.

“I need to verify that the magical unicorn is you.” She frames my face and places a gentle kiss on my lips.

Her bag is beside the couch, and I draw back to dig through it before coming to her first aid kit. Instead of opening it right away, I sit with it in my hand. It’s been years since I’ve experienced this strange sensation in my belly, and I think it might be nerves.