Page 72 of Lucky Haven

But then it hits.

Her mouth falls open, her eyes search my face. “Me?”

“You don’t have to⁠—”

She crushes our mouths together.

Fuck.

Fuck. Yes, my God, my Haven.

I kiss my way down her throat again, then drop to my knees.

She stares down at me as I push her skirt up and hook my fingers around her panties. “Lift up for me.”

She stares at me in wonder as I peel them down her legs.

And then I press her lush thighs apart. “You know what’s better than panties under your sundress? My beard.”

She giggles as I brush my lips against her sensitive skin at the tops of her legs, getting her used to the feel of my face.

But when I wrap my hands around her thighs and tip them up and out, making her open for me, giving me my first up close look at her pretty, glistening pussy, she goes real quiet.

Nobody has ever done this.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur against her sex, letting her feel my breath, my interest, my intent. “So sexy for me. I’m going to lick you now, and you don’t have to be quiet at all.”

She whispers my name, her fingers sliding into my hair as I rub my nose against her puffy pussy lips, then lick my way into her slit.

The first taste is incredible. Her sweet musk hits me like a freight train, making my cock ache and my chest hurt in the best way. The second taste is life changing. She’s mine, she’s mine, this is mine.

Only for the summer.

So I have to be greedy here, have to gorge myself, because one day she won’t be, and I’ll have to be okay with that when that day comes.

“You taste incredible,” I remember to say out loud. She needs to hear that. I can’t leave her wondering. “You’re doing so good for me, holding still for my tongue.” I pull at her clit, just a tease, just hungrily wanting to explore every inch of her, because I might be able to take all afternoon here, but she has to get back to work after her lunch break. “What a delicious little pussy you have. You sure you want my cock right here?”

She squirms as I tease her entrance, tasting the arousal pulsing out of her now.

Yeah, she’s sure.

But she needs to be really needy. She needs to be desperate.

So I drag my tongue up to her clit and latch on, sucking and pulsing as I breathe in the luscious scent of her body, that nobody else has ever known.

My. Fucking. God.

It’s imprinting on me as the seconds tick by, working its way under my skin and into my brain. Marking me as hers, forever.

I’m a willing sacrifice at her temple.

She starts rocking her hips in that way intuitive, sexy as hell way she has, when she’s starting to get close, getting needy.

I keep sucking.

She pulls my hair.

I keep sucking.