today.
Her hand movements quickened, her hips jutting forward. And then she tucked one finger
inside her pussy.
“Oh, yeah.” He stepped closer, and dropped down to his knees, putting himself at eye
level to her sex. He needed to see up close, watch her finger drilling in and out
of her hot sheath.
She was wet, the smell of her arousal soaking the air around him. He licked his lips
and tilted his head back to look at her. Her face was dark with desire, her mouth
open as she panted.
“Let me taste you.”
She removed her finger and held it out for him. He grasped her wrist and brought her
hand forward, wrapped his tongue around her finger and sucked it into his mouth.
Tart, tangy. Sexy, just like the woman who made him crazy.
She moaned when he sucked, and the pressure kicked higher inside him. But he could
wait. He had patience. He wanted her to come first.
He pulled her finger out of his mouth and stood, leaning over the bed. “Lay down,
babe.”
She dropped to her back and he pulled her to the edge of the bed, then parted her
legs. He took a moment to just look at her while she was naked. If someone had told
him a week ago that he’d be naked in a room with Ella Hicks, he would have laughed
at them, would have said that would never happen. He was glad he’d been wrong, because
he couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to be with more than her.
And maybe he always had, but he’d pushed the thought aside. She belonged to someone
else, even if that someone else was dead.It had always been hard for him to think of her as a woman—an available woman—because
he’d always thought of James.
But for some reason, ever since he found her here in Hawaii, all those reservations
had disappeared.
Because while they were here, she belonged only to him, even if it was just for a
week. And he was going to enjoy having her for every minute he could.
And every which way he could.
He spread her legs and knelt, slipping his hands under her thighs so he could raise
her hips. She lifted up on her elbows. Obviously she wanted to watch.
He spread kisses along the smooth skin of each inner thigh, then looked up at her
and smiled, watching the tension spread across her face as he lowered his mouth to
her sex.
Her skin was warm and bathed in her scent. He breathed her in and took a long, slow
lick of the entire length of her pussy. She shuddered underneath him, a soft cry escaping
her lips. He wanted to hear more of that and pressed his tongue against her clit.
She lifted against him, moaned again, this time louder.
Oh, yeah.
She had a sweet pussy, her body so damn responsive it was all he could do not to plunge
his cock inside her right now. But doing this to her—for her—was more important. He
loved feeling her squirm underneath his hand, his mouth, taste her as she edged closer
and closer with every lap of his tongue. He felt her tighten, knew what he needed
to do. He swirled his tongue over her clit and slid one finger inside her.
“Clay. Oh, God. Yes.” Her entire body vibrated when she came, her pussy squeezing
his finger tight while she convulsed and thrashed against his mouth. And oh, he liked
it. He liked it a lot seeing her let go like this.
He took her down easy, using slow licks and caresses, waited until her body stopped
shaking before he stood, put on a condom and leaned over her.
Her eyes were glazed over and she wore a half smile that toldhim how much she’d enjoyed her orgasm. He’d always liked giving a woman pleasure.
But making Ella come meant something more to him.
He didn’t want to analyze it. It made his gut clench in a way that meant there was
emotion involved in that thought. And that was dangerous territory.
Ella drew her knees up and planted her feet flat on the bed. “You going to fuck me
or stare at me?”
His lips lifted. “Both, probably.”
She frowned. “That freaks me out a little.”
He laughed. “No, it
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