Page 138 of CHOICE Lover
“Are you fussing?”
“Maybe. Is that a problem?”
“No.” She frowns. What story is he concocting in his mind?
“I want to make sure you’re okay. What happened to you would reasonably make anyone lose hope.”
She shakes her head. “I told you. I knew you would save me. I’m fine. Or fine enough not to lose hope again. I’ve fought too hard to get here, and I’m determined to be okay. To be happy.”
“I believe you,” he says, reluctantly enough to make her question whether he’s being 100 percent honest. “Are you still hungry?” he counters, changing tact.
“No.”
He steps up beside her, sets the container on the counter, and parts her legs to step between them. “You sore?”
Deft fingers run over the barely there evidence of her trauma. The scars that Sable gave her a cream for and said would be gone in a few days’ time. “No.”
“Tired?”
She sighs. “Nope.” It isn’t entirely a lie.
“Berries, then.” He holds a small red fruit in front of her nose. It lacks the specificity to determine which variety—straw, blue or rasp. Just lab-synthesized red. She opens her mouth. A sweet yet tart flavor bursts across her tongue as she chews. She swallows, licking juice from her lips with intention.
His stare is glued to the motion. Heswallows.
She grins. “Not tired,” she reminds him.
He kisses her, tasting far better than the berries. She reaches for his T-shirt, but he bats her hands away. “I don’t believe you.”
“We slept for twelve hours.” She groans in frustration as he makes an open-mouthed trail down her neck. Sensing there’s no hope of arguing with him until he’s certain she’s whole and in one piece, she places her hands on the counter behind her and leans back.
He smiles at her acquiescence, biting her nipple through her shirt. The visual of his golden eyes flashing combined with the sharp sensation makes her core pulse.
His hands grip her hips. “Move forward.”
He adjusts her so her hips are on the edge of the counter. Anticipation coils in her belly as he drops to his knees and drapes her legs over his shoulders. He pushes up her shirt, exposing the fact that she never put on any panties. Cool air drifts over her bare flesh.
“I need to make you feel good,” he says, trailing gentle kisses up the inside of her thigh.
Need to.His breath hitches as his tongue swipes through her center.
Her nerves are alight with a single touch, and all she can say is, “Wow.”
She watches as he offers her testing licks, each becoming more insistent, like the act is an aphrodisiac for him, too. Instinctively, she presses her heel into his back, rolling her hips. He groans.
She’s only had a few partners go down on her before, and none were as into it as Res6. She wrote about more ravenous men in her books, of course, but they were fiction. “You like this?” she asks.
He pauses, speaking into her pussy as if it were a microphone. “More than you can know. I could drown in your taste.”
He dives his tongue in deep for emphasis, drawing out a hiss of pleasure. “I’m so hard right now. I’m aching to be inside you, but not until you come for me.”
Hershirt slips down, covering the view of him devouring her.
He tugs the shirt. “Take this off.”
She quickly tugs it over her head, tossing it away. “Not entirely fair—ahh!” she cries as his fingers slide inside her, his lips wrapping around her clit. He sucks and her heel digs deeper into his back, the other pressing against the cabinets as her hips climb off the counter. Or they would if his free arm weren’t holding her down. The resistance doubles the intensity. A sparkling, throbbing sensation is blooming between her legs, and her inner walls flutter wildly around his plunging fingers.
He must sense she’s close because he moans, and the low vibrations send her pleasure cresting. She throws her head back, pleasure crashing over her in wave after wave. She must have left this plane because when she returns, he’s standing between her legs again, wiping his grinning mouth on the back of his hand.
