Page 93 of Fake it With Me

Iled her through the house. My heart was pounding, not from nerves but from pure desire. The champagne had given me a pleasant buzz, but that wasn’t what had my blood racing. It was her. It was knowing that after the hell of the past few months, I finally had something good and pure and real.

We made it to my bedroom and I closed the door behind us, locking it out of habit even though Daisie was sound asleep down the hall.

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of champagne on her lips. “You’re incredible,” I murmured between kisses. “Do you know that?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice today.”

“I’ll keep mentioning it.” I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. “Every day for as long as you’ll let me.”

Her hands slid under my shirt, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. I pulled away just long enough to yank the shirt over my head and toss it aside. She did the same with hers, and then we were skin to skin. I couldn’t think about anything except how right this felt.

My hands explored her body even as we moved to my bed. She sat down and looked up at me with those bright blue eyes that had captivated me from the start.

“Come here,” she whispered. I didn’t need to be told twice.

I knelt in front of her, my hands sliding up her thighs as I kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as our tongues danced.

“I need you,” I said against her lips. “God, Liza, I need you so much.”

“Then take me.”

I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. My mouth found her breast. I could feast on the woman for days if time allowed. I wanted to know the taste of every inch of her body. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I used my teeth to pull her nipple into my mouth.

“Darek,” she breathed.

I would never get tired of hearing her say my name. It was like hearing your favorite song on the radio. I wanted to blast it and play it over and over.

I laid her back on the bed and worked at the button of her jeans, sliding them down her legs along with her panties. She was beautiful in the moonlight, all soft curves and smooth skin. I took a moment just to look at her and appreciate just how beautiful she was.

“You’re staring,” she said with a small smile.

“Can’t help it. You’re gorgeous.”

I stood long enough to shed my own jeans and boxers, then grabbed a condom from my nightstand and placed it on the bed for easy access. I wasn’t quite ready to be inside her.

I started at her ankles, pressing soft kisses to the delicate bones there before working my way up her calves. Her skin was warm and smooth under my lips. I took my time, exploring every inch. When I reached her inner thighs, she shifted restlessly, her breathing already uneven.

“Darek, please,” she whispered.

“Not yet,” I murmured against her skin. “I want to savor this.”

I kissed higher, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most. Instead, I moved to her hip, tracing the curve with my tongue. She made a frustrated sound that went straight to my cock, but I ignored my own need. Tonight was about her.

I kissed across her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch. Her hands were fisted in the sheets now, her body taut with anticipation. I loved seeing her like this, completely undone, desperate for me.

“You’re torturing me,” she breathed.

“Good.” I kissed the underside of her breast, then the valley between them. “I want you to remember this.”

I took my time with each breast, circling the nipple with my tongue before finally taking it into my mouth. She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slid down her body.

When my fingers finally slipped between her thighs, she was already soaking wet.

“God, you’re so ready for me,” I said, my voice rough with desire.

“I’ve been ready since we left the courthouse,” she admitted breathlessly.

I stroked her slowly, watching her face as pleasure washed over it. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as I found that perfect spot that made her gasp. I worked her with my fingers while my mouth continued its exploration of her body. My tongue ran across her collarbone and then the hollow of her throat before finding that sensitive spot behind her ear.