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Yet we’re here, and I’m staring at her almost exposed, perfect cunt.
“I think you forgot your panties, sweetheart,” I say, my voice low and husky. My eyes tip up to meet hers, and fuck me, she’s going to be my utter ruin.
Skylar stares back at me with lust filling her expression, and just a hint of the way she bites her lip lets me know she’s wondering what I’m thinking.
If it takes all fucking night, I’m going to show this girl just how magical she is. That she shouldn’t be wasting her time with boys who can’t appreciate every single stunning inch of her.
I allow my gaze to drop back down, and there’s only the tiniest hint of ribbon and lace covering this girl’s pussy, to match her bra. It’s virtually nothing—my teeth could tear that fragile fabric in a second—and yet it’s a thousand times sexier than if she had nothing on at all.
“We’re going to have to do something about this, too.”
“Luke …” She sounds nervous. Hesitant.
“Sweetheart, this pussy is meant to be fucking worshipped … and I’m gonna ask you to trust me when I say that even if this is as far as we take things tonight, I need to eat your cunt till you fall apart. Preferably more than once.”
She gasps and stammers as I lean closer. “It’s—it’s been a while.”
“Then you obviously haven’t had a real cowboy between these thighs, so let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”
I’m beyond being able to resist anymore. Pulling up a chair, my eyes take in every detail, committing to memory this insanely perfect moment. Lowering my head, I grab her by the hips and tug. Skylar gasps as everything happens in quick succession.
With one palm, I press down on her sternum, firmly guiding her to lie back. Using the other, I hook her leg over my shoulder and sink forward, allowing my mouth to close over her.
The lace is so thin and fragile, it barely covers her pussy lips, and she tastes like a fucking dream come inexplicably to life right here amongst the snow and the approaching midnight hour.
Skylar’s back bows off the table, and she lets out a soft, sweet moan to match the flavor of her filling my senses.
Goddamn. It’s addictive hearing how responsive her little noises are and feeling the way she trembles with every sweep of my tongue, nudging the material aside and exploring every delicate inch beneath my mouth.
Drawing back, I reach for my glass once more. This time, pouring a little over the scrap of barely there translucent thread.
Feeling the contrast, the way the cool of the whiskey caresses her skin, she shudders and whines. It’s a series of delicious fucking sounds, and they morph and merge with the deep groan coming out of me when I dip my head, chasing the wetness. I can’t get enough of this fucking goddess lying spread out for me as I suck and lick and attentively clean up every trace of the alcohol coating her pussy.
Stiffening my tongue, I massage over her clit and feel the trembling start to roll through her body. She’s close, so close, and I’m obsessed with the idea that this girl is going to shatter for me.
Somehow, unbelievably, I get to keep her for as long as this snow sticks around.
“That’s it, beautiful …” I hover just over her, speaking against her drenched core. “Show me how bad you can be.”
With that, I suck down on her clit through the soaked lace, and Skylar dissolves into her climax. The most addictive moans burst out of her, and she clamps her thighs around my head.
I didn’t think tonight of all my lonely nights this year was going to be anything special, but goddamn, I think this girl might just be my own private miracle wrapped up in pastel pink and sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
CHAPTER 13
My brain and body are strung out like a row of festoon lights, dangling somewhere between two different dimensions.
The cowboy between my thighs has a wicked tongue, and not just when it comes to his powers of dirty talk. He knows exactly how to unravel me and have my pussy crying out for him within seconds.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Dripping wet and a filthy little temptation lying here with these thighs wrapped round my head.”
Luke’s words are spoken right above my clit, and as he blows on the tiniest pair of panties I’ve ever dared to wear, my core clenches. I want him so badly. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by this man, even if it’s only one time. I mean, I might cry if it’s only tonight, but at least I’ve already had a sinful preview of how hard Lucas Rhodes can make me come.
Tonight feels like we’ve been able to suspend time and all the normal rules. So maybe, just maybe, this can go beyond the moment when this night officially ends.
“Please …” I murmur, gazing at him from beneath my eyelashes. Hoping with bated breath that he’s still invested in seeing this game through to the end.
“Still hungry for more?” As he runs his teeth across the fabric, they graze my pussy lips, and I swear there’s so much heat and possessiveness coming off him, it sends sparks straight to my swollen clit.
