Page 108 of Lick
“Ah, right. It’s date night,” my husband announced.
“Got it,” Mal said. “Come on, Jimmy. We’ll go find Benny-boy. He was going to that Japanese place for a bite.”
“Right.” Jimmy’s sneakers headed for the door. “Later, guys.”
“Bye!” I gave him another wave.
“Night, Evvie.” Mal left too, and the door slammed shut behind them.
“Alone at last.” David sighed and started moving again, down a long hallway. With me still over his shoulder. “You like the place?”
“What I can see of it is lovely.”
“That’s good. I’ll show you the rest later. First things first, I really need to get into those panties of yours.”
“I don’t think they’d fit you.” I giggled. He slapped me on the ass. White-hot lightning, though it was more of a shock than anything. “Christ, David.”
“Just warming you up, funny girl.” He turned into the last room at the end of the hallway, kicked the door shut. My handbag was thrown into a chair. Without a word of warning, he upended me onto a king-size bed. My body bounced on the mattress. The blood was rushing around in my head, making it spin. I pushed my hair out of my face and rose up onto my elbows.
“Don’t move,” he said, voice guttural.
He stood at the end of the bed, undressing. The most amazing sight in existence. I could watch him do this always. He reached back and pulled off his shirt and I knew bone deep I wasn’t the luckiest fucking girl in the world. I was the luckiest fucking girl in the entire universe. That was the truth. Not just because he was beyond beautiful and I was the only one that got to see him do this, but the way he watched me through hooded eyes the entire time. Lust was there, but also a whole lot of love.
“You have no idea how often I’ve imagined you lying on that bed in the last week.” He pulled off his boots and socks, tossing them aside. “How many times I nearly called you in the last month.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Why didn’t you?” he asked, undoing the top button on his jeans.
“Let’s not do that again.”
“No. Never.” He crawled onto the bed, smoothing his hands down my calf muscles. My shoes went flying and his fingers slipped beneath my skirt, easing it up, higher and higher. Without breaking eye contact, he dragged down my boy shorts. He obviously wasn’t interested in checking out my panties after all. The man had priorities. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“I missed the taste of you so fucking much.” Big hands parted my legs, exposing me to his gaze. “I might just spend a few days with my head between your legs, all right?”
Oh, God. He rubbed his beard against my inner thigh, making my skin prickle with awareness. I couldn’t speak if I tried.
“Say it again.”
I swallowed hard, trying to get myself back under control.
“I’m waiting.”
“I l-love you,” I stuttered, my voice sounded barely there, breathy. My pelvis almost shot off the bed at the first touch of his mouth. Every bit of me was wound tight and trembling.
“Keep going.” His tongue parted the lips of my sex, sliding between before delving within. The sweet, firm feel of his mouth and the ticklish sensation of his beard.
“I love you.”
Strong hands slid beneath my ass, holding me to his mouth. “More.”
I groaned out something. It must have been enough. He didn’t stop or speak again. David attacked me. There was nothing easy about it. His mouth worked me hard, driving me sky-high in a matter of moments. The knot inside me tightened and grew as his tongue laved me. Electricity streaked up my spine. I don’t know when I started shaking. But the strength went out of me and my back hit the mattress once again. I fisted my hands in his hair, fingers gripping at the short, gelled strands.
