Page 62 of Blinding Lights

“It’s the only person I can be.” I shrug nonchalantly as I hover above her.

“That’s not true.” Lily shakes her head. “You're a different person with me than I’ve seen with everyone else.”

“Yeah, well, that’s probably because I find it incredibly difficult to hide when it comes to you. I wish I knew what it was about you. What made you so special. But it’s the truth.”

“I feel the same. I can’t explain it, and I’ve told myself that I’m crazy a number of times. I can’t fight it.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

She smiles again, and I steal her lips in a gentle kiss before feathering a path across her neck, my lips tingling as her skin heats.

“Are you planning on getting naked?” she asks, lifting my face until I’m looking her way.

“Soon. First, I’m going to worship every square inch of your body.”

She opens her mouth to speak, but I brush a finger across the pulse in her neck and she mewls instead, her head falling back to give me better access.

I drop onto the bed beside her and splay my palm over her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath my skin. She sucks in, and my eyes flash to hers, scolding her with a glare until she relaxes.

“Most beautiful woman, remember?”

She laughs until my fingers brush her neck again and I glide them lower, tracing the outline of her breast, brushing over her nipple as her breath hitches. I draw a path from her chest to her belly button, following with my eyes and committing every detail to memory, refusing to dwell on the reasons why I can’t do this every single day.

As I move lower, she sucks in another breath, and this time a soft whimper escapes her.

My cock throbs from where it’s trapped beneath my jeans, and while I’d love to continue taking my time, it’s been years since I’ve even entertained the idea of sex, and a lifetime since I’ve been with someone I actually care about.

While she’s at my mercy, I slide down the bed and reposition myself between her legs, spreading her with my shoulders, making her jolt off the mattress.

“Beckett.” My name leaves her mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. A mix of lust, desperation, and longing. Exactly how I feel.

Resting my palm over her belly button, I hold her still as my tongue sweeps out, tasting her for the first time.

And yep, she’s ice cream. No, she’s better than ice cream. And I want more.

A broken groan rips from the back of my throat as I spread her pussy with my fingers and flatten my tongue against her entrance, licking a path to her swollen bud.

Lily cries out, and her legs clench around my face at the same moment her hands curl into my hair, tugging at the strands.

“How does it feel?” I speak against her clit, and she shivers at the vibrations.

“Keep going. Please. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

She’s what? I pause momentarily as my cock grows thicker, the idea of this being a first making me a little possessive.

I lick her again, and she releases my hair before lifting to her elbows and biting her lip as she stares down at our connection.

As I watch her watching me, I swirl my tongue around her pussy, circling her clit to tease her, loving the way her lips part as her breath picks up speed.

The more I tease, the more she loses control, and it’s not long until she’s a writhing mess on the bed, squirming in time with my movement.

Giving her a rest from my tongue, I gently push a finger inside her, then add a second, and a third, stretching her in preparation for what’s coming next, reading her cues for what she does and doesn’t like.

I curl my fingers against her wall and suck her clit into my mouth, feeling what I’m doing to her without her having to say it.

She’s still for a beat until I groan against her pussy and her head shoots up, her wide eyes full of a lust I never want to forget.

“Beckett. Oh God.” Her hips buck as she fucks my face without inhibition, taking what she needs, a high-pitched mewl escaping her.