Page 79 of Love Expert

“I’m so fucking hungry for you, Magnolia. All the damn time.” He pins me to the wall with his hips, freeing his hands to touch, to sample, to trace the shape of my curves under his fingertips. He drags his knuckles over my pounding clit, hidden beneath my pants, and growls as I cry out.

I throw my head back, bashing it against the wall with an aching thud, but as he slips his hand into my panties and digs thick fingers into my pussy, I simply absorb everything he gives. I float on the pleasure burning my veins. I breathe in the crisp cold air of a rainstorm just weeks before snow season is due to hit, and because I’ve wanted him, too, for far too long, I fill his palm with my release and know there’s still so much more to come.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He sets me back on my feet and unsnaps my pants, tearing the fabric down my legs with a kind of desperation that speaks to my soul. Kneeling, he dives forward and buries his tongue between my thighs, lapping me up and hungrily nipping at my pulsing clit. But he doesn’t drape my legs over his shoulders this time. He doesn’t even give me long enough to enjoy this sensation, because he straightens out again, shoves the front of his pants down and fists hispurple-headed cock. Finally, he picks me up and impales me with a viciousness that takes my breath away.

We have no condom. There are no questions asked. He crushes me against the wall and slams his lips over mine. Our hearts race, and our breaths mingle. His teeth punish, but his hips…oh God. His hips piston impossibly fast.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever felt.” His fingers bruise the underside of my thighs, gripping tight and dragging me away from the wall, so each time he surges forward, I crash back again and absorb him twice. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and moan. “Don’t stop.”

“Never gonna stop.” He growls under his breath, fucking me with a violence I know I’ll still feel tomorrow. “You got the most delicious pussy, Magnolia.” He slips his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. “The sweetest cunt.”

“Oh, God.” I gasp for air as rain pounds against Billy’s well-kept lawn. With each bolt of lightning that shoots across the sky, the man in front of me is illuminated in all his glory as he uses my body with an intensity completely unlike the last time we did this. It’s an extremism that sends shots of electricity through my belly, but it feels so,sogood, so I cinch my arms around his neck and ignore the sleeting rain that overflows in the gutters. I forget everything except the completion I feel each time he fills me. The lava in my blood. My orgasm sprinting toward the surface, until I consciously push it back for fear this will end too soon.

“Billy.” I whimper his name and dig my nails into his back. “Jesus. Keep going.”

“Squeeze my cock, Magnolia.” He bites down on my neck and elicits a cry from deep in my throat. “Fuck. I always loved you.”

I wake the next morning to sunlight flickering through Billy’s bedroom curtains. Daylight crests the horizon, and a gentle breeze taps the closed window, so the pane rattles in its frame.

This isn’t like the last time I woke up in this bed. The panic simply doesn’t come.

My blood pumps normally, and my brain stays calm.

For the first time in a long time, I wake to a feeling of peace, and it’s not even because of Billy’s soft breath bathing the back of my neck while he dozes. It’s not even because I lay curled into his broad body, his cologne-infused sheets draped across us both and his shirt wrapped around my torso, creating the most comfortable pyjamas I’ve ever known.

No. My peace comes because a third joins us, little fingers playing with the ends of my hair, and beautiful green searching mine in the silence. I laze in my sleepiness, blinking through the phase between asleep and awake, but each time my eyes flicker open, I’m gifted with Jeremy Caster’s toothy grin and a smattering of freckles sitting high on his cheekbones.

“Mm.” I burrow into my pillow and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning, cutie.”

“Good morning.” He brings his knees higher, inadvertently digging them into my thighs, then he drags the ends of my hair below his nose. Which might be the sweetest, most romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed. “That storm was big, huh?”

I exhale a soft snicker and blink-blink-blink through my drowsiness. “Uh huh. But I didn’t leave. Like I promised.”

His cheeks warm just enough to make my heart stutter.

“You slept in my dad’s bed again,” he whispers, carefully peeking over my shoulder. “But this time, he slept in it, too.”

“I did. But shhh.” I lazily tap the end of his nose. “Don’t tell him. He might think I like him or something.”

He giggles, tamping down on the sound. He’s not quite ready to wake his dad up, either. “Thank you for bringing me upstairs with you,” he murmurs. Sweet green eyes scour my face. “I would’ve been really scared if I woke up all by myself.”

“I made a promise, and I try my hardest to never, ever, everrrr break those.” I press a gentle kiss to the center of his forehead. “Is it okay that I slept here last night?”

He nods, quick and jerky enough to jolt the bed.

“Is it okay that I slept in this bed while your dad slept in this bed, too?”

Still, he nods. “I liked it.”

“Is it okay that I brought you into this bed with us? Because Icouldhave taken you to your bed, and then I could’ve made a nest on the floor like you did for me last time.”

“Nuh-uh.” He places the ends of my hair underneathmynose and grins. “That was my favorite part. I wish we could do this every single day.”

“Not every single day,” Billy grumbles.

I startle and snap my lips shut.