Page 104

I want to return the favor.
I will return the favor.
Sucking on his tongue, I grind against his crotch. He’s getting harder by the second, prodding the underside of my thigh.
His hands twist in the tie of my robe, yanking me down against his erection. A ragged breath escapes my lips, and I use the interruption to trail kisses along his jaw. A deeply masculine groan rumbles from his chest, and I smile, giddy. The way he never stifles himself is such a gift for my soul. And my ego. I love knowing what I do to him.
My hands coast over his muscles, and let’s be honest, it’s like touching a furnace. I slide back a few inches and continue my quest with my tongue. Down the strong column of his throat, across his collarbone.
He jerks, a breath hissing between his lips when I flick his nipple with the tip of my tongue.
“Beauty—” He growls the endearment.
I slide to the floor, grinning up at him and his magnificent cock. It’s a work of art. I glide my hands down his incredible body, so broad and honed, dusted with dark hair.
He cups the back of my head but doesn’t try to control my movement. It’s more like he needs the connection.
“Let me make you feel good.”
“You already do. Every time you smile at me.”
His words hit me deep, stealing my oxygen and overflowing my heart with all the best feelings.
“Stop distracting me with your pretty words, handsome,” I say, shooting him a teasing smile. He returns it, and I swear I start to glow from the inside out.
This man who knows the worst the world has to offer, who rarely smiles and is oh-so-serious, has found his joy. In me. In this relationship we’re building. Gulping, I duck my face, nuzzling his thigh.
His muscles flex, and his cock bobs.
“You’re the distracting one. Wrapped up in a fluffy robe, but I can still see down the front.” He reaches out and brushes the neckline over my shoulder. “I dream about your breasts. Did you know that?”
His thumb traces my collarbone, and my breathing shallows.
“All those curve-hugging dresses. The evening gowns that offer them up on a platter. They’re perfection. You’re perfection.”
My moan turns to a purr as I take his cock in hand.
So, while I was crushing on him, he was crushing on me. My mind races, wondering if either of us would have ever taken the first step.
But I shut the thoughts down because this is my reality now. And I’m not going to miss a moment.
“Thank you.”
His skin is hot and silky, straining over his flesh. Such a gorgeous picture, washed with the peach light, head tossed back. And then he pins me with a look volcanic enough to melt rubber.
I swipe my thumb through the precum gathered at the tip, luxuriating in the ability to touch him like this. At three in the morning or whenever I want to. I’m utterly spoiled.
He spreads his thighs, making room for me. I blow warm air across the tip, and he sucks in a shuddering breath.
There’s nothing like making my men needy.
All three of them have confidence in spades. Could have anyone they wanted, and they want me.
He smells like sleep and sin. My mouth waters, wanting to taste him. To feel him in my mouth, bursting across my tongue, gagging me. I’m high on power. Drunk on love. And oh-so-ready to make a new memory with him.
Tongue darting out, I lick my way around the crown of his cock, fluttering little licks that have his hips jerking. He’s trying, unsuccessfully, to guide himself into my mouth, but I’m not letting him yet. And he’s not about to force it.
He likes being teased. I can feel it in the way his body strains against the too small sofa.