Page 36 of Riding the Line (Willow Ridge #2)

‘Fuck,’ I rasp out and drop my head between her legs, licking straight up her centre, before plunging my fingers back inside of her and sucking her clit.

Cherry cries out and her hips buck. I press one arm over her stomach to pin her down, making sure she goes nowhere .

Because divine doesn’t even come close to how fucking good she tastes, and I want to stay between these sweet thighs for hours.

‘Tell me what you imagine us doing,’ I breathe against her, barely managing to get the words out as I’m too addicted to devouring her pussy. My fingers are sliding in and out of her so easily now, coated with her wetness.

‘Kissing me,’ Cherry breathes out.

I press a soft kiss to her clit. ‘What else?’

Cherry’s fingers grip the sheets. ‘You going down on me.’

‘Yeah? Am I doing it how you like it?’

‘Better. It’s – God – it’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.’

‘Keep telling me, baby. Don’t stop.’

‘I … God, I think about you fucking me. In the bar. In your office.’

Jesus Christ, I’m gonna explode. I can’t stop myself from grinding against the bed, everything is driving me wild – these fantasies she’s telling me, the sweet taste of her, the warm feel of her fluttering around my fingers.

Blood rushes in my ears, and I just want to dive into this moment and never stop falling.

‘You bend me over your desk and grab my hair and – oh God, Duke, please don’t stop.

’ Cherry’s hand caresses my head, gently pushing me further into her glorious pussy.

Her body starts to tense beneath me as my fingers wind her tighter and tighter with each stroke.

Knowing that she feels confident enough to ask for more, for what she wants, with me has my heart tripping over itself.

‘Attagirl, grind against my face while you think of me fucking you over that desk. Use my tongue until you’re coming all over it.

’ My words are mumbled as I flick my tongue harder against her, meeting the force in which she rolls her hips.

I haven’t stopped grinding against the bed either, getting off purely from the sweet taste of her, but added with all these dirty thoughts she’s admitting to – I’m on the verge of barrelling into release myself.

‘Oh God, I think—’ she cuts herself off, her thighs tensing and beginning to tremble around my head as she lifts her hips. She reaches down to grab my shoulder, a punishing grip of sharp nails that sends a hot, rushing thrill down my spine, adding to the pressure building there.

I’m trying so hard to hold off, not to finish myself until I’ve got her there first. But it’s not a second later that Cherry cries out, thighs shaking as her body arches up with the orgasm that waves through her.

The masterpiece that is Cherry Hensley coming has me finishing only a moment later in my towel, heat sparking through my body as I groan against her now dripping pussy.

Her sweet body tightened, dark eyes rolling back, and a melody of a cry leaving those pretty lips is all I need.

As we both come down from our highs, I give her a few more lazy licks, lapping up what’s left of her orgasm.

Then, unable to let go of her just yet, I trail kisses up her body while my hands roam over her soft curves.

Relishing the feel of something that was once just a hazy, distant dream.

A wicked fantasy that kept me up at night.

An impossibility, that now feels so real in my heart, like the puzzling wisps of my soul have finally been rearranged to fit together. All I needed was Cherry Hensley.

Heart stammering at the way she gazes up at me with glossy, blissful eyes, I lean down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

‘Was that okay? How do you feel?’ I check in, aware of how much I’m overwhelmed by everything, and that, even if Cherry’s not a virgin, I still want to make sure that wasn’t too much for her. I need her to know that we’re a team, and that I always look out for my teammates.

A soft, beautiful smile tugs at her lips. ‘It was perfect. Thank you.’ She pulls me in for another kiss, this time letting her tongue lazily stroke against mine.

‘Your face is soaked.’ Cherry giggles, wiping her mouth as I settle myself beside her on the bed.

Stretching one arm out, I let her cuddle into me, her head against my shoulder as I tuck my arms around her.

Her warm body melts into me, a leg coming up over my hip, so that we’re flush against each other, every inch of our bodies touching.

Like they should’ve been all these years.

‘As is my towel,’ I admit.

Cherry’s eyes flash, lips popping open. ‘Did you…?’

‘That fantasy of yours in my office, fuck, it really did it for me. And the taste of you … God, you don’t realise how long I’ve been craving that. How long I’ve been craving you .’

I tilt her chin up, catching those glistening umber eyes which are still so wide as they blink up at me. Her teeth skim her bottom lip.

She then adds, ‘Too long,’ before snuggling back into me, her arm draping over me and squeezing tight, body slotting perfectly against mine. ‘Can I sleep here tonight?’

You can sleep here for the rest of your life .

‘You better, because I’m not finished with you yet. We’ve got a lot of orgasms to make up for. I want a hundred ticks next to that item on your bucket list,’ I say, holding up a hand to draw a tick in the air, emphasising my point.

Cherry chuckles against my chest, mirth bubbling there in response.

Something tugs on my heart, but its rhythm stays calm – calmer than I think it’s been in a long time.

I’ve always thought of life to be a little like an ocean – sometimes it’s serene and flows, other times you’re swept up by crashing waves.

Some days you have to swim harder than others.

But with Cherry in my arms, I feel like I’m finally anchored, able to weather whatever storm is coming.

A feeling I probably shouldn’t let myself get used to when we’ve only got six weeks left of the summer.

I sigh against her hair, my fingers sifting absentmindedly through the silky strands.

‘And, honestly, I don’t think I can let you go just yet.

Not now I can finally hold you. I know we probably have a lot to figure out, but tonight, I’d like to pretend that you’re all mine. ’