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“Jail isn’t an abstract concept.” I pulled away from our kiss, clearing my throat. “We should go upstairs before we get arreste—”
I didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence because Row scooped me up and turned around, carrying me into the inn. The lights were off in reception. A security guard snored peacefully in his chair in front of the monitors, his ranger hat tipped down to cover his eyes. I giggled in Row’s arms, kicking my feet up.
“Shh. You’ll wake up the dead, and I’ll be too busy with your ass to fight zombies.” He shoved two fingers into my mouth to shut me up, and I sucked them immediately, my thighs clenching with need as he took the stairs two at a time.
He kicked the door to his room open, and I tore away from our kiss to register the place he’d called home for the past year.
Freshly painted. Crown moldings. Heavy wooden furniture spaciously peppered across the room. Zero personality inside it. Row was ready to up and leave at a moment’s notice.
We are just two passing ships. You can’t handle more, Cal.
But it was too late to back down, even if I knew my heart was about to sink like the Titanic. He placed me on his bed, then stepped back, as if admiring his handiwork. I knew he was memorizing me between his sheets because he had no intention of keeping me there.
I should have felt self-conscious in my sweatpants and Cookie Monster sweater, but I didn’t. I felt beautiful. Irresistible through his hooded eyes, like a flower in bloom, kissed by the unrelenting sun, on a flawless summer day.
Happy. Alive. Home.
Row rounded the bed, trying to work out what he wanted to do first. I was wide-eyed, a little scared, but mostly excited. I had gotten Dylan’s okay. I could do this without any fear or doubt. He stopped in front of the foot of the bed, reached to grab the backs of my thighs, and dragged me to the edge. I gasped as he brought one of my legs up to rest on his shoulder, pressing a hot kiss to my inner ankle as he plucked my sneaker off. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Never been this sure in my entire life,” I admitted. This time, not a lie.
“If you feel uncomfortable and scared…” he started.
“I won’t,” I promised, and our eyes met across the length of my body.
“Good. Because I’m going to eat your cunt like it’s fucking ice cream, and come for seconds and thirds,” he informed me, businesslike, swirling his tongue over my ankle bone, my heel clasped inside his rough hand.
A ticklish, delightful sensation traveled up my leg like a spark, detonating at my center. “Ahhhh. So, unfortunately, I didn’t actually shav—”
“Don’t care.” He reached to remove my other shoe, repeating the process of kissing my ankle, my foot, down to my little toes.
“No, seriously. There’s a lot going on down ther—”
“Sounds like fun. I’m eager to explore.” My sneakers fell to the floor with a thud, and he tugged my sweatpants off, revealing my black cotton panties. His lips quirked with a smile as I lost all decorum, spreading for him, wide and eager. “Yeah, open those beautiful thighs. I want to see your pink cunt dripping for me. That’s my girl.”
My. Girl. Heaven was a place on Earth and it was Row Casablancas’s bed.
He rolled his hot tongue along my leg, inching north to my inner thigh, lowering himself to his knees inch by inch as he tasted my skin. When he reached my apex, he buried his face in my slit through my panties, inhaling deeply. A rush of heat ran between my legs, making every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. My breath hitched as Row began kissing my inner thighs like they were my mouth, swirling his tongue, nuzzling his nose, making me open my legs wider. I grabbed one of his pillows and moaned into it loudly.
A hand reached from between my legs, grabbing the pillow and tossing it on the floor. “No fucking way. I want eye contact.”
“But I’m embarrassed,” I whined.
“Being perfect is a lot of pressure. I get it.”
“Row.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging him closer, arching my back, my pussy quivering with anticipation. “Why’d we wait so long?”
He raised his head from between my legs, scowling at me. “Because you are stubborn, annoying, indecisive, flak—”
“Okay, okay.” I pushed his head back into my crotch. “Go back to doing what you do best.”
He took his sweet time, kissing me through the fabric of my panties torturously slowly. “You smell like heaven.” One of his palms pressed against my inner thigh, his pinky hooked into my panties so that he tickled my tight hole. Not penetrating, but teasing it enough that it added more pressure to my building orgasm. His other hand snaked up my body, pushing my sweater up until it was rolled halfway on my breasts.
“Dot?”
“Hmm?” I moaned and thrashed, close to climaxing before he’d even paid my pussy attention.
“Play with your pretty tits for me.”
