Page 155 of Spicy Ever After
His eyelids slip half-closed and a purr comes from his throat. He lowers down until his lips meet mine, and then they brush and press, so I open for him. And the kiss is slow at first. Our tongues stroke and lap.
But then the rhythm of the kiss spreads lower until hands, hips, chests, and bellies take up the dance.
I am kissing him with nearly everything I am.
And taking him inside me suddenly becomes essential.
“I want you. Now—” I blurt. “Shit, does that sound bossy? I don’t mean to sound bossy.”
He shakes his head between more kisses. “Not bossy. But sure. Sure is good.” His mouth moves to my neck.
Last time—when I thought it would be my first time—Beck was the one with a condom at the ready. This time, I want him to know I’m prepared.
“I’ve got condoms—” I fumble for the pocket of my robe where I stashed them when I changed. I pull out the accordion of four condoms.
Yes, it was originally six. Beck doesn’t need to know that I practiced opening two of them so I’d be ready.
Honestly, I was not at all ready for how slippery they’d be, but at least I can tear one open this time.
With confidence, I rip one from the strip and pinch the corner of the wrapper. But Beck grabs my wrist before I can show him that I am The Most Improved Girlfriend.
“Just—hold on a sec,” he pants. Then that sneak plucks the condom out of my grasp and tucks it under the pillow.
“Wha—why—” I stammer in protest.
He kisses me silent. Then he brings his lips to my ear. “Spread your legs for me, honey…”
Oh…
Okay.
Here we go.
I silently remind myself that I’ve never done this before. Beck has—which is not something I love thinking about—but the point is, he knows how this works.
Most importantly, I trust him. So I should let him lead the way.
“Makes sense,” I mutter, opening my legs as requested.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
When I realize where he’s looking, I fight the impulse to slam my legs closed. “Um?—”
“I have to kiss you.”
“Wha—”
And then Beck’s rough palms are on my thighs and his face is between my legs. His tongue sweeps my pussy, and life is redefined.
“Aah—o-okay?—”
His mouth on me is hot, hungry, and the moment his tongue singles out my clit, I buck beneath him.
His triumphant growl hums through every nerve in my sex, and I have to grab onto something. Anything. The headboard is too high. The sheets are pinned beneath us. I resort to grabbing Beck’s hair, and he groans.
There’s an old coal mining town in Pennsylvania that has been on fire since 1962. Look it up. A labyrinth of fire raging beneath the streets for decades.
And even that isn’t as hot as this.
