Page 42 of Let the Light Shine Through

Roz’s kisses are something to behold and I kind of wish he had more to spare. A strong hand at the top of my spine like a puppet master controlling his marionette, a tongue as talented as its owner, and thunderous groans that make me quake all combine to make for the perfect storm rolling through my body.

“That finger I just sucked on?” he asks on a breath as he pulls back just enough for his eyes to bore into mine. “Did that count as kissing you?”

“Um, no?” What are we talking about? And why?

“So if I sucked on your fingers before making you use them to ready your pussy for me, would that count as kissing you?”

I go to shrug, then think better of it. I have to choose my answer wisely here, so I can reap any and all benefits offered. Fortunately, he doesn’t bother waiting for my reply.

“Or what if I prepped you myself? What if I used my tongue to lick up your sweet pussy, huh?” He jerks our bodies together, his hard length crashing against my center and sparking like a flash of lightning.

His hold on my hair tightens and my eyes close on a delicious hiss.

“Is that kissing?”

Not precisely, but his descriptions are creating a lot of gray area that I don’t care to examine right now. Can’t we worry about semantics later? I just want this ache to be soothed and Roz sounds like he knows exactly how to do it.

I open my eyes and mouth to tell Roz that but seeing his eyes dilated to the point of no return has me staying quiet. The gold is nothing but a thin ring around black pupils.

Gawd, I want him.

“When I finally do bury my cock deep inside your pussy and my teeth sink into your shoulder to keep you from fucking moving so I don’t explode…is that considered kissing you, baby?”

I’m already shaking my head. Nope. Definitely not kissing. A bite during sex is like adding pepper to bacon, an absolute necessity if you want to make it even close to good.

Then suddenly, I’m angling my face to said shoulder, trying to stop the sneeze ripping from my sinuses.

Roz drops his lust-soaked tone to ask, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Must be something in the air…” I trail off, not wanting to outright lie.

My hands fly to the waistband of his shorts, but his free hand clutches mine, keeping me from removing his last bit of clothing.

Cock.

Block.

Literally.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this dirty mouth of yours?” I ask.

With both my hands caught in one of his, he slides the other hand around to my throat, grasping possessively while flashing me a smile so sinful I should already be in flames. His thumb rubs back and forth, letting me know he’s not an actual threat and ignorance never looked so good, so tempting.

“Waiting.”

Waiting…

Waiting for what? Waiting for life to return to normal? That’s not how life works. Life is here and now, but it’s constantly changing—that is the norm. It’s up to us to change with it because if we don’t, it will pass us by.

“Where have you been hiding, Roz?”

Roz’s grip on my throat disappears as he steps back, returning to whatever mental hell he keeps banishing himself to ever since his best friend died.

“I…don’t know.”

A few minutes pass and I hop off the table, stopping to dip my finger back into the whipped cream before bringing it up to my mouth and sucking it clean myself.

“Let’s get out of here.”