Page 451 of Face Off

The sight hits some dark, territorial place inside me. Charm follows my attention, and color moves across her face without turning into shame.

“You made a mess,” she says.

“We made a mess.”

“Are you planning to do something about it?”

I spread her thighs wider. “Yes.”

Understanding reaches her an instant before my mouth does.

“Holy fuck.”

Her thighs tense around my head while I taste everything the kitchen left between us. My hands close around her hips and keep her open as my tongue moves through wet heat, my release, and the body I have wanted through every lonely night.

Charm’s fingers pull hard at my hair.

“That is filthy.”

I look up without lifting my mouth. “You complained?”

“I made an observation.”

“Keep watching.”

She does.

I drag my tongue through her again, slower this time, refusing to waste the first opportunity I have had to taste her since the castle. Her body reacts beneath my hands, hips lifting until I press them into the mattress.

The sounds she makes are different without a speaker flattening them. I feel each moan against my mouth and hear the sheets move beneath her. The room holds every breath the phone carried to me from four hundred miles away.

“Put your hands above your head,” I tell her.

Her fingers remain in my hair. “I like them here.”

“I know.”

“You missed them.”

“I did.”

“Then why move them?”

“Because I promised I would make you beg with nothing to hold except the sheets.”

Heat enters her eyes.

Charm slowly places her hands above her head.

“Good girl.”

My mouth returns to her.

Her back lifts from the mattress when my tongue circles her clit. I tighten my hold on her hips and give her the pressure her fingers never managed to copy exactly.

She cries my name.

I answer by sliding one finger inside her.