Page 106 of Meet Me In The Dark

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine with a spark of challenge. “Didn’t see the point, considering you said you were going to put those ones back on me.”

The corner of my mouth twitches, but I hold my ground.

Not yet.

I want her right on the edge before I touch her.

I close the remaining space between us and squeeze her ass hard enough to make her gasp.

“Lift your foot,” I instruct.

When she does, I slide the lace up her leg. My knuckles brush her calf, the back of her knee, her thigh, before I turn to the other foot and do the same.

Over her shoulder, she keeps her eyes fixed on me.

When the panties are in place, I drop to my knees. She’s the only thing I’m thinking about. The grit and dust under me can go to hell.

I hook my fingers in the waistband, my mouth brushing the swell of her hip. “As promised.”

Then I remove them the way I said I would.

With my teeth.

I hear her breath catch and feel her body shivering as I drag the lace down over her hips, her thighs, until they’re nothing but a heap on the floor.

The view is enough to test my patience, but I’m not here to look.

I’m here to taste.

My hands grip her hips as I lean in, my mouth finding her from behind, my tongue sweeping over her in slow strokes that make her legs shift under her. Ihold her steady and do it again, deeper this time, until the first sound leaves her throat.

Fuck, I missed this.

I missedher.

Her thighs tense under my hands as I run my tongue through her again and press harder just to hear that soft, breathless sound she makes when she can’t hold it in.

“Julian…” It’s half warning, half plea.

I spread her wider, dragging her back just enough so I can get my mouth exactly where I want it. My tongue flicks over her clit, then flattens against it, pushing until she gasps and tries to push forward.

Closing my lips around her, I suck and hold her in place, forcing her to take it exactly how I give it.

“Don’t run from it,” I tell her against her skin.

She moans, the sound echoing in the half-finished space, as I push my tongue inside her, fucking her with it until she’s squirming and rocking against my face in a desperate rhythm she can’t control.

Her taste is all I’ve thought about for five goddamn days.

She’s gripping the bench so hard now her knuckles are white.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Right there. Stay with me.”

She makes another sound, broken this time, and I know she’s close. I suck harder, alternating with firm strokes of my tongue, every flick made to drag her right to the edge.

When she finally comes, it’s with a sharp cry, and her whole body shudders under my hands. I keep going, drawing it out, forcing her to ride it until her legs threaten to give way beneath her.

She’s still catching her breath when I stand.