Page 31 of About Last Night

“Don’t you know by now that’s impossible when you’re naked?”

Her smile spread across her face, and she just shook her head but stayed focused on her task. She really couldn’t blame me. She was too tempting to pass up. Now that I’d had her so thoroughly, I didn’t know how I’d ever found the strength to stay away for as long as I did. If I’d had any idea that it would be like this, I would’ve cracked the first night I caught her in the tub.

Although, maybe that wasn’t entirely true because I didn’t know her as well then as I did now. And it was knowing her—knowing all the little details about her and who she was as a person, not just how beautiful she was—that had pushed me over the edge. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, inside and out.

When my hair was thoroughly lathered, she gave me permission to rinse it out while she got the washcloth ready with more body wash.

She started at my neck and shoulders just like I did for her, and with each brush of the cloth against my skin, I felt like she was taking more pieces of me—at least the pieces of my heart and soul I hadn’t already given her over the last several days. No one had ever taken care of me like this either. I had never much thought about it, but now that I was experiencing it with her, my heart was beating double time, and gratitude filled me so strongly, it nearly brought me to my knees.

Her gaze followed the path of the washcloth as she washed down my abs, her tongue darting out across her bottom lip as she moved the material down to my hard cock.

She gave me a seductive smile and an arched brow. “You like what I’m doing to you.” It wasn’t a question.

“I love it,” I choked out at the same time she gripped and tugged on my cock. It was the first time I’d used the L word, and while I wasn’t saying—at least out loud—that I loved her, I still heard the way she inhaled sharply at my words. For a split second I wondered what she’d say if I told her I loved her. But then all thoughts were forgotten when she dropped to her knees and took my achingly hard cock in her wet mouth.

I slapped the wall next to me once and left my hand there, wishing there was something I could grip instead of the smooth white tile. “Fuck, baby.”

She hummed as she licked me from base to tip and then swirled her devilish tongue around the head like she was licking around an ice cream cone. My fingers dove into her hair, not guiding her movements—she didn’t need any help—but because I was desperate to touch her.

One of her hands gripped the base while she worked my tip in and out of her mouth, sucking as she pulled away.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I stared down at her with hooded eyes, my chest rising and falling rapidly the closer she brought me to the edge. “You take my cock so good, baby.”

Like the fucking siren she was, she looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and my cock in her mouth. There was heat and appreciation in her gaze and something else I was desperate to see, but couldn’t vocalize in words yet.

She broke our eye contact, but I didn’t protest because she followed it by taking my cock all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing. She gagged slightly from my size, but once she took a breath, she did it again. One of my hands stayed in her hair, but the other went to the side of her neck, my thumb resting on her throat where I could feel the movement of her swallowing against my finger.

“B-baby. I’m gonna come if you do that again.”

In response, she gripped the back of my thighs and took me all the way deep in her throat. There was no way I could hold back any longer when she swallowed again, her throat constricting around my cock. With a shout, I came with an orgasm so intense it felt like my blood pressure spiked. When I finally caught my breath, I bent over, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her hard, only breaking away because I was still catching my breath from the orgasm she’d literally sucked out of me.

“Fuck, you’re a goddess.”

A smile broke out on her face. I would do anything to make her smile like this for the rest of our lives. “That’s what every woman deserves to hear after she gives her man a blow job.”

I helped her up to standing and then held her tight against my body, angling us so the water could warm us both instead of just my back. I didn’t want to let her go, and I could’ve happily stood there holding her until the water ran cold, but when her stomach rumbled, I knew I needed to make sure she got fed.

“Come on. Let’s dry off and make some dinner.”

DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BODYGUARD

Brynn

Wyatt’s hand wrapped around my throat as he thrust into me from behind. His hips pistoned relentlessly as he held my body exactly where he wanted it. The pleasure was borderline too intense, but I knew that was the point. He was going to push my body to the very edge of what it could do—he’d already proved I could experience more pleasure than I knew was possible.

I wasn’t inexperienced at sex, but most of my partners had preferred missionary. While Wyatt and I had done that position, there had been nothing tame or boring about it. He’d found other mild ways—like lightly pinching my clit or whispering filthy words in my ear—to make a typically vanilla position feel even more explosive.

I couldn’t decide what position was my favorite when every single one managed to light my body up in ways I’d never experienced. In the time since we finally gave in to our desire for each other, Wyatt had traced every inch of my skin with his tongue, he’d run his callused fingers over every freckle, and he’d worshipped me to the point that I knew he’d ruined me for sex with anyone else.

Because there was no way anyone could ever make me feel even an eighth of what I’d grown to feel for Wyatt in such a short amount of time.

“Goddammit, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groaned against the back of my head as his fingers tightened—not enough to hurt or cut off my oxygen, but just enough to remind me that he had complete control of my body in this moment. The bliss this man made me feel was intoxicating.

At his words, I flexed my pelvic muscles and loved the way it made him shake behind me.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “So damn good. Can’t get enough.”