Page 90 of Beneath the Quiet

“You don’t agree?”

She rolls her eyes. “I do, but…”

“But what?”

Her gaze shifts to mine, then away again. I get the feeling that she’s testing each word before letting it out. She raises her eyes to meet mine again, opens her mouth, pauses, then tries again.

“This is going to sound stupid.”

“Impossible,” I growl.

She taps her finger on my lips, silencing me.

“Hush. What I was going to say is that I don’t think I’ve ever lost control like that before. I’ve never allowed myself to let my partner take over, but I felt safe with you, so…” She lifts her shoulder in a little shrug. “It surprised me that you could do that. That’s all.”

I let her words sink in. “So,” I raise my eyes to hers, “what you’re saying is that you admit that I’m a sex god?”

She punches my shoulder until I lie on my back and rolls up on top of me, straddling me.

“You’re impossible.” She laughs, wiggling her arse on my cock.

I rest my arms lightly on her back, tugging her down for a deep kiss. I only let the tip of my tongue touch hers once lightly before I pull away.

“Careful, Mae. You’ll make me hungry again.”

She frowns down at me. “Again? Already?”

I lean up, unable to resist those full lips. I catch her lower lip and tug lightly, scraping my teeth on her soft flesh before letting go. “I could eat your sweet pussy all night. Just the thought of it makes me get hard again. Can’t you feel it?”

I push against her crotch, and her eyes widen in understanding.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Exactly. Unfortunately, I can’t do that. I have to go.”

She pulls away and sits back, revealing herself to me. I hiss at the sight of her heavy breasts. “Of course. I didn’t expect you to stay the night.”

I let my arms fall, releasing her to climb off my lap. She reaches a hand down and pushes my glasses up my nose. “Since we’re already talking about the sex god part…”

I raise my eyes, waiting patiently for her to carry on. “Yes?”

Maybe not that patiently, after all.

“I loved that you fucked me still wearing your glasses.”

I sit up straighter, my lips stretching in a wide smile. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I won’t ever take them off when I’m with you.”

She tilts her head to the side and smiles slowly. “Good.”

My eyes fall on the puckered scar just below her belly button, and I narrow my eyes. Now’s not the time to question her, but I don’t want to pretend that I haven’t seen it.

Or that I don’t want to know what it means.

Despite the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, there’s an even darker need to know if my suspicions are correct. I get up from the bed and take a careful hold of her chin.