Page 22 of That One Night (The Heartbreak Brothers Next Generation #4)
“It’s prettier now,” he told her.
She smiled at him, feeling the softness of his coverlet beneath her palms. “For a man who says he’s not good with words, you certainly know how to use them.”
He shrugged. “It’s easy when it’s the truth.”
Their gazes locked with a soft kind of yearning that made her feel hollow and full at the same time.
“Then come and show me how true it is,” she whispered. He looked at her like he was trying to figure her out. She nodded, and could see understanding wash over him.
He knew her well enough to understand this was her way of giving consent. He stepped toward her, his gaze taking in the short pajamas with a flowered pattern on them, her scrubbed clean face and mussed up hair.
The shorts were bunched up around her waist, from where he’d put her down on his bed. He curled his hands around her ankles, his fingers tracing her skin like he was trying to imprint her into his brain.
And then, taking her by surprise, he yanked her legs apart.
The sudden movement sent a shot of desire through her. Reflecting the need in his eyes as he stared down at her. Her lips parted with a soft breath as he leaned in to kiss her thigh.
His mouth was rough against her skin as he moved his lips against her. She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, murmuring his name.
“Is this okay?” he asked, tracing her thighs with his fingers. Then he slid them up until they were tracing the hem of her shorts.
She nodded. It was more than okay. It was what she needed. The connection she’d been searching for. She had to feel him touch her. To know he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He pushed his hands beneath the soft cotton of her shorts, his fingers grazing the skin where her thighs met her hips.
“I lied when I said I didn’t know what to do with your panties,” he said, his voice rough. “I kept them because I like you. I like this.”
“I’m glad you kept them,” she whispered. His touch was driving her crazy. Everything about her was on fire. “I like the thought of you looking at them. Thinking of me.”
“That’s good,” he said gruffly. “Because you’re not getting them back.”
And then he touched her there and she let out a soft cry.
She was wet. She could tell by the way his fingers glided so easily against her. He was still gentle. Still soft, like he was learning her body inch by inch.
Then he found the tiny bud, the most sensitive part of her. His finger traced it, running the tiniest of circles over her.
“Oh my God.”
“Okay?” he murmured.
“Kiss me.”
He smiled, looking a little dazed as he lifted his head. Without stopping the teasing, circular movements, he leaned over her, claiming her mouth with his.
“So pretty. So wet for me.” He slid his finger inside of her, making her body convulse around him.
“Hendrix…”
He smiled at her passioned cry. “I want to taste you,” he told her.
“Please.”
He grinned and tugged at her shorts, sliding them down her hips. “Take off your top,” he murmured. “I want to see all of you.”
She did as he asked, not bothering to unbutton it, just pulling it over her head.
And then she was bare for him. Her body was pale compared to his.
His gaze narrowed as he took her in, from the curve of her neck to the swell of her breasts.
Her nipples were pink and hard as he leaned in to kiss one of them, teasing and flicking it with his tongue, before pulling it between his teeth.
It only took a few moments until she could feel her body start to heat up. He moved his hands between her legs, finding her most sensitive spot again, kissing her breasts as he teased her clit.
She was on edge. Her breath was short, her skin glowing. He kissed her lips softly again, then moved down, until his hands were on her thighs, pulling them apart so he could stare at her.
“I want to fuck you with my tongue.”
Oh, she wasn’t expecting that. Wasn’t expecting how hot it was to hear him say it, either. She found herself blushing in a way that made him smile.
“You want that?” he asked her.
She nodded, her lips parting to let out a long breath.
“Say it,” he told her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she told him, knowing he needed to hear this. That he needed her to say it. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”
A smile pulled at his lips as he parted her legs. “You’re glistening for me.” He looked hungry as he stared at her. And she liked that a little too much.
He pressed his face between her thighs. She could hear the sharp intake of his breath, like he was smelling her. Oh god, that’s exactly what he was doing. Then he moved closer still, his tongue flickering against her clit, as he slid a finger along her, before pushing it inside.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered as he managed to push a second inside of her. She gasped at the intensity of it, her thighs tightening around his face as he buried himself in deeper.
“Oh God,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure how much of this she could take.
“He won’t help you,” he murmured, sucking her between his lips, alternating between hard and soft, curling his fingers inside of her until she started to flutter around him.
She pushed her fingers into his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as he found the sweet spot inside of her, the delicious shock causing her hips to lift off the bed.
“God, I love this,” he muttered. She opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn’t. Her breath caught as he started fucking her with his fingers, his mouth plundering her until every cell in her body felt like she was about to explode.
He was playing her like she was his favorite instrument. Finding the notes and making them vibrate. Then, just as she was reaching the crescendo he pulled his fingers out, making her cry out in desperation, before replacing them with his tongue.
“Hendrix!” Nobody had ever made her feel like this. Like she needed to be consumed. Like she was his last meal and he was determined to savor it.
He let out a soft groan, then flickered the tip of his tongue inside of her, pressing his thumb against her clit. He circled it until he could feel every part of her tightening. There was a pause, like the silence before the storm, then her back arched and she let out a scream.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, coming in waves as he licked the sweetness from her, holding her tight as she convulsed around him.
As she started to breathe again, her hold on him loosened, like she didn’t have the energy to control her muscles anymore. He clambered on top of her, claiming her mouth, kissing her through the end of her orgasm.
“Okay?” he murmured as she finally started to focus on him.
“More than okay,” she murmured.
He moved up, stroking her face, kissing her softly. “Good. Because I plan on doing that again very soon.”
They spent the next hour kissing and touching each other. He’d made her come twice more – once with his mouth and once with his fingers, and now she was lying on top of him, kissing him like she’d never get enough.
He loved the way she’d come alive in his arms. Like she’d been half asleep for the last few years, waiting for him to come along and wake her up.
He also let her lead the way. She liked it when he ate her, that much was obvious. She liked his fingers, too. But he’d been careful not to push her. He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t ready for.
Maybe that’s why her circling her hand around his dick took him by surprise.
He let out a groan at the softness of her palm. “Emery, you don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t.” She smiled at him. “I want to.” She kissed him softly. Then she slid down his body until her mouth was pressed against his thigh. “Oh.”
He realized what she was responding to. She’d finally found his tattoo. He swallowed hard, watching her as she read the words etched into the skin below his hip.
I walk alone.
He’d gotten the tattoo years ago. Not long after graduation. And yeah, he’d been in his feeling-sorry-for-himself phase.
She looked up, her lips soft and parted.
“You’re not alone,” she murmured.
The way she said it, like it was an absolute fact, made his chest tighten. But before he could think anymore about that, she slid her lips over him, her mouth warm and velvety, making him gasp because damn, this woman was going to kill him.
Moving back, she almost released him from her lips, her tongue trailing in a circle around him, making his body clench with desire.
“Emery.”
She smiled, taking him harder, creating a rhythm, sliding up and down until he could barely think, let alone speak.
Christ, she was perfect. Everything about her drew him in.
His body tingled, his breath shortened, and she kept moving, her mouth so maddeningly warm and velvety, her lips making him feel so high he wasn’t sure he’d ever come down.
He reached for her, murmuring her name, feeling the pleasure coiling inside of him like a serpent, ready to be unleashed. His fingers tangled into her soft hair as she reached down to cup his heavy balls.
“Fuck.” His eyes widened. “Emery, I’m gonna come.”
He tried to move her head away. To stop from coming inside of her mouth. But she wouldn’t move. Instead, she flicked out her tongue, tasting him as his orgasm released from him in long, smooth pulses, his eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as she softly swallowed him down.
Christ. This woman was going to be the death of him. He pulled her up to look at him, kissing her, loving the way her body fit so perfectly against his.
Within minutes, his eyes were closed, and he was falling into the kind of deep sleep he hadn’t experienced for a long, long time.
And he didn’t wake until the light was spilling through his bedroom window.