Free Sweet Affection (Truth Book 3) by Grace Henderson

modes of transportation he has. But you’re hilarious. Did you read all that in a magazine?”
    I frown. “Yes. Actually I did.”
    He shakes his head and walks back through to the kitchen with the box, packing all the items away in cupboards.
    “We sort of lost contact when his company took off. It was just after we graduated. Evelyn’s his grandma. They’re good people.”
    Wow. Liam West. Again with the contacts. He knows so many cool people. I sip on my wine and walk back out the kitchen with him following behind. It’s a nice evening so I wander onto the deck again.
    “Where are we anyway? I can’t believe I don’t even know.”
    He grins. “Yorkshire Moors.”
    “Really? How Wuthering Heights of you.” I haven’t eaten much today and I feel the wine going to my head.  I sway and open out my arms. I suddenly feel like singing so I do in a dramatic voice. “Heathcliff. It’s me, Cathy. Come home. I’m so cold. Let me in-a-your window.”  I twirl round and move my hands up to my face, miming a window, and sway my body to each side emulating Kate Bush.
    “You’re an idiot.” He says playfully.
    I stop and flutter my eyelashes at him. “But you love me, right?”
    “More than anything.” He kisses me and I relax into his arms, enjoying the cool breeze on my skin and the warmth of his body wrapped around mine.
    “I’d really like to get you in a bikini now.” He says quietly. Shit, I didn’t bring one. Damn, damn, damn. Ugh, if he’d just have told me what we were doing I would have been prepared.
    Then a smile curves my lips.
    “I didn’t bring one.” Before his grin drops completely I step back. “We can do one better than that though.”
    I place my glass on the patio table and watch James’ face as I slowly peel off my top. I love seeing how he reacts to me. I unbutton my jeans, and edge them down over my body and his eyes follow my hands all the way down and back up again. I reach out for the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He trails his fingers lightly over my arms and back, leaving goose-bumps on my skin when he unclasps my bra and throws it down on the deck floor. My eyes burn into his exposed torso, and I run my hands over the defined muscles on his chest and abs. I lick my lips and feel myself flushing at the thought of riding him in the hot-tub. But we still have too many clothes on.
    As if reading my mind he hooks his thumbs into the sides of my pink lace underwear, and lowers his mouth to my nipple, licking then sucking the tightened bud. My hands move straight to his hair and I thread my fingers through the thick strands. He lets my nipple go without a loud pop and drops his gaze to the underwear he starts to slip down my thighs. He kisses down my stomach as he pulls my thong over each foot and flings it onto the discarded pile of clothes.
    “You’re beautiful, Laurel.” He says with absolute conviction and it makes me want to melt inside. His hands grip my hips hauling them forward, and his mouth meets the apex of my thighs with insistence. I cry out when his tongue jets out to lap at my clit, and his fingers dig into my ass.
    “Fuck, you’re so wet already, babe.” The tender swipes of his warm tongue make my legs shake and I have to use my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
    “You turn me on so much.” I choke out, and the vibrations of his low growl against my flesh have me moaning his name loudly. I’m so thankful we’re in the middle of a forest with no-one around for miles.
    He hooks my leg over his shoulder, and spreads me wide open with his thumbs. I don’t have anything to lean back against so I grip his head tightly to me and when he spears his tongue inside me and relentlessly rubs my clit with his finger, I feel the familiar heat of the orgasm building quickly.
    “God, you taste amazing. I want you to come on my tongue, babe.”
    He pulls his tongue out, strokes at my clit over and over again then pushes it back inside and licking