I brush my thumb along the elegant cursive.
The statement is so vulnerable. So unguarded and candid.
Just like Kit.
Instinctively, I press my lips to it. The little tremors coursing through her grow stronger. My mouth finds her hip next, the bone razor sharp under silky flesh.
That’s when I notice there’s yet another tattoo I’ve never seen before.
Her entire upper right thigh is covered in what appears to be brightly colored scales.
“Are those fish—”
“Mermaid scales,” she interjects, her chest heaving.
Vaguely, I recall her yelling something about refusing to walk on land after our encounter on the side of the road.
I want to ask her what it meant, but something tells me the answer won’t bode well for me right now.
Instead, I focus on the area commanding all my attention.
The air between us crackles and sizzles as I zero in on the white cotton outlining of the shape of her cunt. My dick twitches, growing harder when I notice the damp spot on the crotch of her panties. “Fuck.”
Inclining my head, I rub my nose against it, inhaling her arousal.
There’s a sharp intake of breath before she exclaims, “I’m not ready to have sex.”
“Get out of your head, Bishop.”
Because fuck knows my biggest cockblock isn’t her sexuality…it’s her mind trying to convince her it’s wrong to want something that both our bodies are physically aching for.
That said, even if she was begging for my dick to be balls deep inside her right now, I wouldn’t do something she deems so important until she knew the truth.
I owe her that much.
Another rush of white-hot lust sizzles up my cock when I inhale her again. Her heady scent and the wet spot on her panties grows with every passing second, imploring me to take things further.
I replace my nose with my mouth, causing her to tremble before she whispers, “Preston, please.”
“Relax. I just want to make out.” A sigh of relief leaves her…until I tug her panties down with my teeth. “With your pussy.”
Fuck me. Her bare pussy is smooth, those plump, pouty lips glistening with want.
Begging me to taste it.
Her brows furrow as I jerk the cotton down her legs. “This isn’t fair to you,” she babbles. “I won’t be able to reciprocate, and that would make me a selfish asshole.”
She’s not a selfish asshole…but I am.
“Fine. If you don’t want this.” Clamping my hands around her thighs, I spread them as far as they’ll go, exposing every part of her. All her shades of pink. “Tell me to stop.”
Her head lolls back and she fists the pillow under her head. “Preston.”
I nip the inside of her thigh. “Tell me to stop.”
Closing her eyes, she sucks air between her teeth, her entire body quivering. “Preston.”
Every time she says my name, it comes out a little more desperate.
I plant a kiss on her pussy, right above her swollen clit. “Tell. Me. To. Stop.”
But she won’t…
Because she can’t.
“That’s what I thought.” I lick the length of her slit before teasing her entrance with the tip of my tongue. “Now shut the fuck up until you’re coming on my face.”
Her addictive taste fills my mouth as I part her lips, stretching her with my tongue.
My hunger is insatiable, and I greedily explore every inch of her, leaving no part untouched. The coil of anxiety around her snaps and a low moan escapes her when I suck her lips before plunging my tongue inside her tight little hole.
Her voice is a needy, breathy rasp. “Holy shit.”
My dick pulses, releasing itself from the opening in my boxers and straining against the mattress. Groaning, I thrust against it as I lick her, trying to alleviate the pressure. It doesn’t work, though. My cock is now acutely aware that her actual pussy is even better than the illusion and he wants in.
I have to remind us both that this isn’t about me.
The second my tongue touches her clit, she arches upward, propelling herself against my jaw as she grabs the back of my head, keeping me right where she wants me.
A helpless whimper cuts through the air when I circle it and she squirms, like she can’t handle the pleasure. “Oh, God.”
I curl my hands around her hips, holding her in place as I eat her with measured sucks and flicks designed to bring her to the finish line.
“Don’t stop.”
I plunge a finger inside her and curl it after locating the spot that I know will make what’s about to happen even more intense for her.
When her clit pulsates on my tongue and she starts clawing the back of my head, I peer up at her.
I want her to look at me as she falls apart—to acknowledge that I’m the one doing it to her. This way she can never deny her attraction to me…or the way her body responds to my touch.
That doesn’t happen, though because her eyes are still squeezed shut as she rocks against my mouth.
Her cry is guttural as she comes, the throaty sound shooting straight to my cock as she writhes underneath me and I taste her orgasm.
Knowing she’s extra sensitive, I lick her once more, causing an aftershock to ripple through her body.
Those hazel eyes remained closed as she sputters a curse.
I get off the bed, fisting my raging hard-on through my boxers.
I’m almost out the door when I hear it.
“Don’t leave me.”
I’m about to make a jab about her being clingy, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
Hell, make that five since I still have the taste of her lingering in my mouth.
She pulls the sheet around her, covering her naked form. “Promise?”
Despite knowing I’m going to climb back into bed with her, I exit without giving her a response. It’s a dick move, but she didn’t give me everything I wanted tonight, either…
And it has nothing to do with the erection I have to take care of.
Chapter 29
Kit
Taking a scrunchie off my dresser, I pull my hair into a ponytail.
The action reminds me of the way I grabbed Preston’s head as he gave me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
And just like that, a wave of warmth washes over me like a tsunami.
I smack my head. “Get a grip, Kit.”
After I heard Preston leave my bedroom early this morning, I tried to convince myself that the events of last night were nothing but a dream.
A very hot, very complicated dream.
However, the hickeys on my body and the slight ache between my legs caused by him spreading me out for so long while he went to town, proves it was very real.
Real…and sexy as hell.
“Now shut the fuck up until you’re coming on my face.”
Sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Who would have ever thought I’d like to be man-handled?
No, no, no, no, no. With a side of no.
I pull the laces of my running shoes tight before tying them. I’m hoping going for the world’s longest run around the neighborhood will help me chill the fuck out.
So Preston went down on me. Big freaking deal. I’ve been on the receiving end of oral sex lots of times.