I’ve never been in that position, so I haven’t a clue.
“I don’t know.” My voice cracks and my heart rises and sinks. “But I don’t want to spend our last night like this.”
I don’t want to think about what he did.
I don’t want to think about how much it hurts.
I don’t want to think about what his letters mean or how they change things.
I just want him.
I take a step and then several more, until I’m closing the distance between us and peering up at him.
His knuckles brush my jaw as he searches my face. “What do you want?”
Just one thing.
And he’s the only one who can do it.
“I want you to burn me.”
Raw hunger fills his expression before he grips the nape of my neck and slants his mouth over mine.
His kiss steals the air from my lungs and the strength from my knees.
My nails dig into his biceps as his tongue slides against mine, claiming me, owning me.
Our choppy breathing fills the air as he leads me through the house and up the stairs, kissing me like there’s a clock we’re racing against and we’re running out of time
Because we are.
Before long we reach the bedroom, only instead of tumbling onto the bed, we end up near the window.
I assume Phoenix is going to make good on his promise and fuck me against it like he said he wanted to earlier, but he doesn’t.
His mouth moves to my collarbone, and his hands slither inside my leggings, kneading my ass. Sharp teeth graze my skin as he pushes them down while I toe out of my shoes. The moment they reach my ankles, I kick them to the side, nearly tripping in the process, which makes us both laugh...until Phoenix’s lips find mine again.
His kiss is softer now, our tongues moving in a languid tempo. Nerves coil in my belly when his fingertips glide along the side of my waist, pushing my shirt up. Instinctively, I place my hand on top of his, halting him. He cups the side of my face with his free hand and his kiss turns even more tender, as if he’s imploring me to be vulnerable while also assuring me that I can trust him with my body.
My heart beats like a drum as I break contact and raise my arms, allowing him. The air between us shifts as he lifts my shirt over my head, the tension between us becoming more charged. Profound.
Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, he unclasps my bra. It slips down my arms before falling to the floor. My fingers find the zipper on his jeans and I tug it down, wanting to see and feel him. However, when I shove my hand inside and wrap it around his erection, he stops me. Frustrated, I pry my mouth from his, but he clamps his hand around my neck, keeping me there while his other hand squeezes my breast.
My nipples are so hard they hurt, and when he pinches one, I cry out, desperate to feel his mouth there.
Making a gruff sound, he dips his head, planting a soft line of kisses down my chest as he drops to his knees. A needy sound escapes me when he plumps my breast in his hand and flicks the taut bud with his tongue, teasing me, before drawing it into his mouth. My panties grow wetter, the fabric sticking to me as he continues his ministrations, giving my other nipple the same attention.
A jolt of electricity shoots through my chest and my blood heats. Every part of me is aching for him.
His mouth descends to my stomach, painting my flesh with his lips and tongue like I’m a beautiful work of art.
He moves lower, summoning a breathy whimper from me. Hands curled around my hips, his lips trace the wet spot on my panties before he buries his nose between my thighs and inhales me…like he’s breathing my scent into his lungs and memory, so he’ll never forget.
Groaning, his fingers hook onto the sides of my panties and he peels them down my legs, stripping me bare.
His heated stare roams over every inch of my body, taking me and all my flaws in. “Every part of you is perfect.” The tendons in his neck flex and his Adam’s apple dips. “I know whenever you think about me, all the bad shit will be at the forefront…but promise me you’ll remember that.”
My heart pangs and emotion clogs my throat. I can’t speak. Can’t breathe. All I can manage is a soft nod.
Our gazes collide. The pure hunger etching his expression and the longing in his eyes—for me—only makes my ache and need for him build.
Chills ripple through me when he inclines his head, mapping kisses along my inner thighs and pussy.
The tip of his tongue darts out, striking my clit before delving inside me. My legs shake and I have to clutch his shoulders for support because it feels so good. My heart beats between my thighs as he continues spearing me, extending his tongue as far as it will go before circling my hole.
I glance out the window, taking in the dark sky and bright lights…the reflection of Phoenix Walker on his knees, pleasuring me.
My orgasm is so close, a slow roll sweeping through my system. “Oh god.”
He sucks my clit with precision, maintaining the perfect amount of pressure and giving me exactly what I need. I shudder against his face, gripping his hair as I come.
I’m fighting to catch my breath when he stands and steers me toward the bed.
Our lips fuse together as he settles on top of me, grinding his pelvis against mine. The denim against my sensitive pussy generates a friction that’s too much to take and a damp spot forms on his jeans.
“I need you to fuck me.”
He lowers his head, his sharp teeth grazing my throat before sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks.
“Please.”
My heart stammers as he moves down, raining kisses all over my body…worshiping every inch of my skin.
It’s the sweetest kind of torture.
A keening sound leaves me when he wedges his shoulders between my thighs and shoves his hands under my ass, angling my pussy over his mouth.
The first strike of his tongue has me pulling away because I’m still so sensitive, but he tightens his grip, keeping me in place so he can feast.
It’s too much. Too intense.
“Phoenix,” I plead.
But he doesn’t let up. He continues licking me like a fiend.
Like he’s memorizing my taste.
The thought sends my chest plummeting, and I have the sudden urge to do the same to him. “I want you in my mouth.”
I look down to find him watching me. He sticks his tongue out—intentionally taunting me with the explicit visual of him flicking my glistening pink flesh—before sinking between my lips.
I grip the bedsheets. “Holy…God.”
His mouth forms a suction over my clit…so hard I cry out and my legs shake.
I mewl and writhe, propelling into his jaw as he wrenches another orgasm from me. One that’s so intense a choked sound rips from my throat and a gush of liquid trickles out, saturating the sheets beneath me.
I have no time to be embarrassed though, because Phoenix spreads my legs wider, lapping every drop before he grips the undersides of my thighs, pinning my legs to my chest.
Trembles and spasms rack my body as he attacks the delicate area between my pussy and butt before spreading my cheeks. And then his tongue is there, circling my puckered hole. A garbled noise flies out of me and I squirm, my breath coming out in short, quick pants as I struggle for oxygen.
Phoenix Walker is going to kill me tonight. I’m sure of it.
The second he rises up on his knees, I spring up, gripping his shirt. “You have one minute to put your dick in my mouth or I’m leaving.”