Page 55 of Lucky Haven

“You’re mine to teach,” he whispers.

I stutter nod, overwhelmed by the sensations of his hands on my breasts. “Yours.”

“Don’t let anyone else touch you, Haven. I’ll have to kill them.”

“Stop threatening to kill people,” I whisper back.

He groans and nips at the top of my breast. “Can’t kill anyone if you’re wobbling in my face like this.”

“Wobbling?”

“It’s hot, I promise.”

“Okay.”

“You’re so beautiful. I love every inch of your body. Never thought I’d get to hold you like this. Wanted to, though.”

My head spins. Really? I want to ask, but before I can form the question, he’s tugging one bra cup down, and his fingers are on my nipple, and I can’t.

I can’t speak.

I can’t think.

“This okay?” he rolls the peak between his thumb and his forefinger and searches my face at the same time. “Your nipples are as pretty as wild raspberries, Haven. Look just as tasty, too. Can I suck on them? Would you like that?”

I stare at him in wonder and, from a distance, feel myself nod.

He plumps my breast up in his hand and ducks his head, his breath warm and then his tongue—oh, his tongue—wet and hungry.

“Cash!”

I grab his head, holding him against me, and he knows what I need more than I do, because his other hand falls to my hip and he urges me to grind down against his denim-trapped cock instead of shooting up toward the ceiling, although I think I want to do both at the same time.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest, trying to get to his mouth, every part of me wanting to be sucked as thoroughly as he is loving on my nipple.

Breathing hard, he pops off that breast and switches to the other, but his thumb immediately curls in against my wet, aching tip. Now both of my breasts are getting his full attention, and my body finds a mind of its own. Like he’s worked me up enough that my base need takes over.

I’ve made myself come before, of course I have, but I’ve never had an orgasm from grinding and it’s a different kind of swirling, chaotic chase toward a peak I can sense more than see.

My thighs spread even wider. There’s a little part of me that’s worried that I’m getting too heavy on his lap, that I might hurt his erection, but even with his mouth full, he’s clearly urging me on.

I bow my head, leaning my forehead against the top of his, watching him pull my nipple against his tongue.

Only when he stops do I realize I was whining his name, over and over again.

“What do you need?” He cups my face, his mouth finding mine. Kissing me in between checking in. “I want to get you off. However you like.”

“It’s good.” I sound drunk. My words are slurring, and I’m clinging to him. “Just need more.”

He lifts his hips, his thighs rocking under my butt, changing the angle, and the seam of my jeans presses my clit from a new angle.

“Oh!” I grab his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He does exactly the same thing again, watching my face carefully. “You’re gorgeous like this, Haven. So pretty when you let yourself feel this good. I can’t wait to see you come. Are you going to let me in on that secret? How beautiful you are when you get there?”

I’m shaking, I’m so close. My clit is needy, throbbing.

Cash moves beneath me, dry humping me with the confidence of a man who believes he can do anything, and he’s not wrong.