Page 65 of Miss Trust

Chapter Thirty

Chance

Icouldn’t remember ever desiring a woman as much as I did Victoria Larson. My mouth practically watered at the idea of tasting her. But I also knew this had to be her decision. She’d made the rules, and I’d made a promise not to touch her again unless she wanted me to.

“Yes. You can come in.”

“Thank fuck.”

I stormed inside, my hungry gaze instantly consuming her. Tory lying on my bed, half naked, looking soft and sexy, made me growl in the back of my throat. I shut the doors quickly before stalking toward her.

She moved to grab the throw folded at the foot of the bed, but I snagged it in time. “Didn’t we discuss this?”

“Force of habit.” Her uncertainty was clear in the way she tensed.

“Will you take off your shirt? I need to see all of you.”

She hesitated before finally pulling her T-shirt up and over her head. Jesus. Her tits were gorgeous, and the tan lines from a recent beach day were sexy as hell. But when my eyes met hers, I could see the insecurity reflected in them.

“You’re perfection.”

She scoffed. “And you say you don’t lie.”

“I don’t ever lie. You’re beautiful.” Wasting no time, I pulled her legs toward me, kissing the inside of her thighs. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to taste you?”

I blew a warm breath on her center, watching her shiver in response. Not able to hold back any longer, I feasted on her.

Every gasp, every moan, every tremor was mine to take. And when she gripped my hair, pulling me in closer as my tongue ravaged her clit, an immense satisfaction washed over me. One climax on my tongue wasn’t enough, so when she came down from it, I doubled down, shoving my fingers into her slickened pussy and demanding another.

“Oh, God, I can’t do any more.”

Want to bet? And she did, exploding on my tongue and tasting incredible. She moaned while I took my time lapping every last drop, sitting back, a smile of satisfaction on my face as her shocked eyes met mine.

She sat up and met my lips, clearly not caring she’d taste herself upon them. When she pulled away, she suddenly couldn’t meet my eyes.

“I’d return the favor, but um, I haven’t done that since, you know.”

I had to hide my fury over what had happened to her when she was fifteen because the last thing I wanted was for her to think I was angry at her. “This is about you and your pleasure, not about returning any favors.” I absolutely meant it. I didn’t want her to think for a moment I expected anything. “Are there any other triggers for you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

We both started fumbling with my belt.

I reached for a condom, needing to be inside of her more than my next breath. Luckily for me, she felt the same urgency, attacking my clothing.

It wasn’t until I was deeply rooted, her tight and wet around me, that my body finally relaxed, and a strange contentment came over me. Having the lights on so I could see her face, and watch her emotions collide was incredible. So was kissing her. Swallowing her groan as I reached between our bodies and brought her to climax yet again. The way her legs wrapped around me, so she could take me deep, squeeze my shaft, and demand I come with her was unbelievable.

Jesus. I couldn’t remember ever having such incredible sex. I finally pulled out, placing a kiss on her lips before walking into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I had every intention of returning to bed and spending more time exploring Tory’s incredible body.

But evidently, she had different plans. By the time I came back to the bedroom, she was fully dressed and at the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To my room. Um, I have an early morning doctor’s appointment for Penelope. Good night.”

I stood there naked in my empty bedroom, staring at the door. Once again, I was speechless at the fact she’d just up and left.