Page 25 of Edge of Heaven (Crimson Edge #2)

Taryn

I watch as his eyes go molten.

He’s hard—I can feel him pressed against my backside since I’m straddling him—but it’s the look in his eyes that gets to me. No one has ever looked at me the way Mick does. Like I’m the moon, the stars, and all the constellations of the universe. And I’m his.

It’s hard to describe the adoration, and sheer desire, in his expression.

I’m so close to throwing caution to the wind but deep down, I really do want to wait before we make love. Maybe I’m just rationalizing, but in this instance, there’s a difference between fooling around and having intercourse.

Does oral count as sex?

I don’t know and right now, I don’t care.

I just want to be intimate with him, in whatever way works for us.

There’s something romantic and special about waiting before we go all the way, and the fact that he’s willing to humor me in this makes me fall a little harder. He just told me he’s in love with me, so now all I can think about is finding a way to get out from under Callum’s thumb.

No matter what it takes.

“You’re thinking way too much,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

Our mouths fuse together, and my mind goes blank, completely under the spell of this beautiful man.

We kiss and touch and explore, like the first time all over again, and soon we’re sprawled on the mattress, face to face.

“I think we’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispers.

I chuckle. “Speak for yourself.”

He grins and wiggles out of his jeans and socks. He’s wearing boxers, and I motion with my hand.

“Those too.”

“You first.”

I reach down and hook my thumbs in the sides of my thong and slowly inch them down, my eyes never leaving his.

The best part is, he’s completely focused on my eyes, instead of what I’m revealing down below, and then he’s kissing me again.

At some point, his boxers disappear, and our naked bodies are pressed together.

Warm, callused fingers trail the curve of my backside, my hip, and the side of my breast. He inches his thumb between us, rubbing it gently on my nipple until it pebbles into a hard peak.

A soft moan escapes me and I arch my chest, anxious for more.

He dips his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

His lips are warm and wet, the pressure perfect, and I dig my fingers into his hair.

I love looking down and seeing his dark head attached to my chest, and I groan when he releases my nipple with a little plop.

Then he moves to the other, sucking and nibbling, each swipe of his tongue shooting straight to my core.

“Fuck, Mick, don’t stop.” My breasts are sensitive, so most guys are too rough, but Mick senses exactly how much pressure is perfect.

Or maybe he just remembers.

“I need to taste you,” he growls.

“I want to taste you too.”

He smiles. “Does third base include sixty-nine?”

“I think it does tonight.”

He flips onto his back and motions for me to climb on. “Drop that pretty little pussy right over here and see if there’s anything you like down there.”

I scramble into position, and before I have a chance to think about what’s coming, I feel his fingers. Stroking, separating and—his lips. Right. There. Teasing and taunting, gentle kisses, tiny nibbles.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, swirling a finger around the juices pooling at my entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant.

He plays for a few seconds, taking his time as he slides his finger up to my clit.

“Oh, God,” I whimper.

“I’m going to need a little reciprocation if this is going to continue,” he whispers in a gruff voice.

My eyes open and I stare down at his thick, beautiful cock. Hard and already leaking, I dip my head and use the tip of my tongue to get my first taste. He hisses in response, and then it’s a game of cat and mouse, chasing each other toward ecstasy while simultaneously backing off one at a time.

His tongue moves inside me, in and out, forcing my hips to grind in response. Then he slows down and I focus on wrapping my hands around him, stroking up and down before nibbling the tip. He simultaneously increases the pressure of his mouth, devouring me like a man starved.

There’s a finger inside me, moving in and out steadily—in time to the bobbing of my head around his cock. When I pick up speed, he does too, and I can’t control the trembling of my legs. I’m embarrassingly close to the edge, and it’s only been a few minutes.

So I suck harder, hands and mouth working in tandem, but just when I think he’s going to shoot, he backs off.

“Mick!” I whimper with distress.

“I want us to come together,” he whispers gruffly. “Are you close?”

“So close.”

“Here?” He curves the finger inside me and I moan.

“Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”

“There’s no stopping now.” He adds a second finger, and I open my mouth, taking his cock as far as I can.

Using my free hand, I reach down, cupping his balls and then slowly increasing pressure until his hips shoot up.

He simultaneously bites down on my clit and the world splinters into beautiful, sexy pieces.

“Michael!” I cry out his name, probably more than once, but I’m oblivious to everything but pleasure. The somersaults in my belly war with the pulsing between my legs and it seems like a long time before I can breathe again.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, gently rolling me to the side and then tugging me up and against his chest.

“Damn. I forgot how good you are.”

He chuckles. “You forgot? I guess I’m going to have to spend some time reminding you.”

“That sounds good.”

“I don’t want you to go back to him.”

I stiffen. “Mick, you know I have to.”

“Why can’t we figure out how to pay for Toby’s treatment together? Maybe I can borrow against my upcoming royalty. You can pay me back.”

“I thought we already covered this?”

“It’s a loan. It’s not the same thing as fixing it for you.”

“Do you have to ruin a beautiful moment talking about this stuff?”

“We don’t have a lot of opportunities to talk about anything,” he protests. “When else are we going to do it?”

“I’m close to getting away,” I promise. “I’m going to sit down and run some numbers after I get some sleep. See how close I am to coming up with the final two payments.”

“And then?”

“If I can swing it, I’ll leave him. I need him to make this week’s payment and then I’ll reassess. It takes so long for payments to come in from the different clients, so I’m not sure when I’m getting what, but once I have that sorted out, I can work on my exit plan.”

“No plan is necessary,” he rumbles. “You tell me you’re ready and I’ll come down there and get you. I dare him to try and stop you with me standing there.”

“He can be mean. Especially when he’s high.”

“And I can handle myself. I also don’t plan to come alone. My band has my back, always. If I need them, they’ll be there. For me and for you.”

I bury my face in the hollow of his shoulder and hold on for dear life.

I don’t know how I got so lucky to find a guy like Mick, but he gives me the strength to get through whatever is waiting for me between now and when I can leave. Callum will be surlier than usual today but knowing Mick is on the other side of this is something to look forward to.

“Taryn?” His voice is almost as warm as his body and it’s going to require Herculean strength to get up from this bed and go back to the room I share with Callum.

“I’m just thinking how lucky I am,” I whisper. “To have found you again.”

“Everything is going to be okay, babe.”

I’m trying really hard to believe him.