Page 51 of Suck This

CHAPTER 11

Was it pervy to watch the woman that you have an unhealthy attachment to sleeping?

-Asking for a friend

CONSTANTINE

She was sleeping on her belly in her bed.

It was four in the morning, and I was about ninety-five percent certain that I should turn around and go.

But I wasn’t going to.

Not this time.

Instead of walking out the door, I stripped off my shirt.

Instead of heading for my bed, I headed for hers.

Instead of taking off my pants and tossing them into a hamper for someone to wash for me later, I was taking off my pants at the end of Acadia’s smaller than sin bed.

My underwear soon joined my pants, followed shortly by my socks—the last thing I had on my body that would keep my skin from touching hers.

The same couldn’t be said about Acadia.

She was wearing a pair of underwear, an oversized Tennessee Titans shirt, and a pair of slouchy socks that hung so low around her ankles that they would likely be off by the morning if I didn’t get to them first.

Which I did.

The socks went, followed shortly by the shirt.

She stayed asleep through it all.

Even when I slowly let my hands move up the outside of her thighs, coming to a stop at the waistband of her underwear that rode low on her hips.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered against the swell of her ass, inhaling deeply at the sweet aroma that permeated the air around us.

She may not be awake, but her body knew I was here.

And when I dragged her flimsy excuse for a pair of panties down her muscular legs, I was overwhelmed at the sheer desire that tore through me at getting my first good look at her body completely naked.

She was exquisite.

Even without the added help of light, I could see the sleek shine of her skin.

She’d put on lotion before she’d gone to bed. A winter pear that smelled so sweet that I wanted to lick her all over.

I hadn’t gotten the chance to taste a pear in years, but I was convinced that if I licked my tongue up the line of her spine, those pleasant memories of so long ago would come roaring back to life.

The beard on my face itched to run along the same line that my tongue would’ve just descended. Tickling and teasing while I made her moan for more.

She shifted in her sleep, going from her stomach to her back, causing my belly to clench at seeing her unbound breasts.

They weren’t on the large side, but they definitely weren’t small, either.

Over my nearly a thousand years on this earth, I’d seen many breasts. Big. Small. Large nipples. Small nipples. Red. Brown. Pierced. Not pierced.

But these, on this woman? They were definitely the best ones I’d ever seen.