Page 186 of The Sweetest Return

“You smell so sweet.”

“Baby…”

I looked up at her. “What?”

Her throat worked, but whatever she had planned to say left her when I leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh. Then the other.

I lifted one of her legs and hooked it over my shoulder.

Her hand flew to the wall.

“Hold on,” I said.

Then I put my mouth on her.

Her cry snapped through the apartment.

Good.

I wanted the boxes to hear it. The unfinished walls. The shoes with no system. Every piece of her life still waiting to be arranged. I wanted all of it to know I was here now, on my knees in her home, eating her like this was where my mouth had always belonged.

She was soaked.

Open and soft and hot on my tongue.

I licked through her slow once, collecting her, tasting all that sweetness she had been carrying under plum lace since Phipps. My eyes closed before I could stop them.

“Damn,” I muttered against her. “You taste so good.”

Her fingers slid over my scalp again, nails grazing.

I gave her more.

My tongue pushed inside her, and she jerked against my mouth, leg tightening over my shoulder. I held her hip with one hand and brought the other between her thighs, teasing her clit with my fingers while I fucked her with my tongue.

“Oh my God.”

That worked.

“Right there.”

That worked better.

I hummed against her, and her body folded forward, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other sliding to the back of my head. Her hips started moving, small at first, then needier, riding my mouth while I kept my tongue deep and my fingers light enough to torture her.

She was making sounds now. Not only my name.

Soft cries. Broken curses. Little helpless prayers. Baby. Please. Right there. Don’t stop. Sounds that told me where she was better than words ever could.

I pulled back only long enough to swallow.

Her taste sat on my tongue, sweet and warm and so damn familiar my chest pulled tight.

I went back for more.

This time, I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her leg shook over my shoulder.