Page 15 of The Last Key (Baker Girls #2)

She slides her hand up my chest to the side of my neck, her fingers brushing through the hair at the base as she pulls my lips tighter to hers, deepening our kiss.

Wrapping my hands under her ass, I lift her up and set her on the counter, leaning into her.

Then her tongue glides over my bottom lip, and without thought, I open my mouth and plunge my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the tiny yelp she lets out at the forcefulness of my movements.

Her fingers curl into my hair as she melts into the kiss, playing along, teasing me like she’s done all damn week. Her tongue is like a drug, every stroke, twist, and swirl taking me higher. I’m hooked on her. This endless high. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in this kiss.

But when she reaches for the button of my jeans, I rest my hand over hers, then slowly pull away, chest heaving. She licks her lips as she gazes into my eyes.

“How long?” I ask.

“What?”

“How long have you wanted this?”

She smiles sheepishly. “A long time. What about you?”

I rest my head against hers, letting out a short laugh. “A long time. God, we’re idiots.”

She shrugs. “Maybe. But it was a lot to risk.” Her voice is hushed and vulnerable.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I look deep into her dark whiskey eyes.

“No more risk. This is what I want. You. Us.”

“Me too.”

“Thank God,” I say with a relieved laugh.

We stare at each other for a moment longer, then our lips crash together again in a ferocious, wild kiss.

This time, when she reaches for the button of my jeans, I let her undo it.

A second later, they’re around my ankles and the rock-hard boner I’m sporting is resting between her thighs.

Stepping out of my jeans, I rock against her, and she groans.

Smiling against her lips, I slide my hands under the shirt I put on her and slowly lift it up, pulling my lips off hers as I sweep the shirt over her head and toss it on the floor.

“Warmer now?” I ask.

“Definitely.”

“Good.” I kiss her hard, then work my lips down her neck. Her head drops back as she drags her fingers across my shoulders.

It’s good I put my shirt on her earlier. I can barely contain myself now that she’s naked again. And damn, I want to take my time. How long have I wanted more with her? To touch her like this? To kiss across her chest and set her skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Devon,” she breathes as my mouth moves lower, licking over the curve of her breast then flicking at her nipple with my tongue. Her hands move up to my hair, threading the curls and tugging as I sweep my lips over to her other breast, this time pulling the nipple between my teeth.

She moans again, and my cock strains against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.

“Devon?”

“Hm?”

“Can you call me a good girl again?”

Jesus fuck.

“You like when I call you a good girl?”

“Mhm,” she mumbles as I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Kissing up her neck, I whisper in her ear, “You liked it when I called you that earlier?” Grazing one hand down her thigh, I continue. “Did it make you wet? Were you hoping I’d touch you and find out?”

“Ye-es,” she gasps as my fingers dance across her inner thigh. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“My pussy. God, Devon. Please.”

“Well, since you asked nicely.” I stroke my finger up her dripping wet center. She cries out in response to my touch. “Mm. Good girl. So fucking wet for me.” I brush my thumb over her clit then dip one finger inside her. “Perfect.”

“Yes. Oh.” She gasps as her fingers dig into my back, but this isn’t nearly enough for me. I’ve wanted more with her for so damn long, and since she’s been here, wrapped in my arms, walking around in tiny towels, sleeping in my T-shirts, moaning in the shower, I’ve dreamed of tasting her .

She groans in frustration when I pull my finger out, but then she watches as I bring that finger to my mouth and suck, licking off her heady flavor.

“Why is that so hot? Holy shit,” she groans, lying back on her elbows.

She’s right. It is fucking hot. So hot I can’t help myself.

With a growl, I squat down and bury my face between her thighs, lapping at her sweet pussy and enjoying her intoxicating flavor.

She squeaks and her ass lifts off the counter, but I grab her thighs and hold her in place, licking and sucking at her clit as she fists my hair.

Letting go of one thigh, I drag a hand over and slowly circle her pussy, inching my finger in a little more each time until it’s swirling and pumping deep inside her. She wraps her legs around my back, her thighs clenching against my head as she moans.

Her hips rock into me as I shamelessly devour and finger fuck her, needing to feel her come. Sliding my finger most of the way out, I curl it up, then move in light, fast strokes. She tugs my hair harder as her abs tighten. I suck her clit between my lips in rhythm with my finger pumping into her.

“Yes, right there. Oh. Yes. I’m going to come. Oh…”

She explodes over my face, her creamy flavor covering my hand and coating my tongue.

Slowly, I pull my finger out, but I keep licking until she pushes my head back.

I stand up, then pull her shaking body upright, kissing her forcefully. She melts into me, resting her weight against me as we kiss. When I pull away, I kiss her forehead, then look into her eyes and whisper the magic words, “Good girl.”