Page 130 of The Sweetest Return

My stomach clenched.

“This is delicious.”

Then he took one nipple into his mouth.

Pleasure shot through me so fast I grabbed the back of his neck, palm sliding over warm skin, fingers grazing the edge of his fade because there was nothing to grip and I still needed something to hold. Dre’s tongue moved around the ring first, slow and curious, learning the feel of it before he tugged gently with his lips.

My breath broke.

His hand tightened at my waist.

“It do something to you when I pull it like that?”

I nodded before I remembered who I was dealing with.

Dre lifted his head.

“Don’t nod at me. Tell me.”

“Yes.”

His eyes stayed on mine. “Where?”

Heat climbed my face, but there was no hiding from him now. My robe was open. His mouth was still wet from my nipple. My pussy was bare beneath all that white cotton like I had made the decision before he ever asked the question.

“My pussy.”

His nostrils flared.

For a second, he only looked at me.

Then his hand slid down my stomach, slow enough to make every muscle beneath his palm wake up. His fingers passed my navel, and his thumb brushed the little diamond there once.

Then his hand moved lower.

His eyes came back to mine.

“No panties?”

The word barely made it out. “No.”

“You came out here like this?”

“I was hungry.”

His gaze dropped between my thighs.

“For food?”

I should have found shame somewhere.

I did not.

“For you.”

A sound left him, low and rough, before his fingers moved again. He touched me bare, two fingers sliding through the wet heat of me, and the first contact pulled a sound from both of us. Mine was a moan. His was something deeper, rougher, like his restraint had finally met a problem it could not solve.

Dre looked down between us.