The Right Swipe - Alisha Rai Page 0,54

car was not built luxuriously enough for such shenanigans.

Not that he was going to let some tight quarters get in the way of Heaven. He kissed his way up her thighs to the spot between. He wanted to bury his face between her legs but he controlled his greed.

The car was dim, the only light a distant fluorescent bulb in the parking garage, but it cast an oddly romantic glow over her body. She was all these perfect shades of brown here, her black hair trimmed. He used two fingers to open her up and studied the pink revealed. He hadn’t gotten to thoroughly indulge his senses when they’d been together the last time. He probably wouldn’t get to tonight. He didn’t want to fuck her here, in such cramped quarters.

Next time. There has to be a next time.

Basically the exact words he’d thought to himself the first time he’d gone down on her That Night. He rubbed his cheek on her soft inner thigh. This passion and excitement was raw and uncomplicated and utterly untouched by all the other stuff that clouded their relationship. It was like they were new to each other.

“I should tell you, I don’t usually come from oral sex,” she said, and her matter-of-fact words jerked him out of his contemplation of her pretty pussy.

He rubbed two fingers up and down her sex. Her flesh glistened. “You came for me plenty the night we were together.”

“Not while you were . . .” Was her face red? Was Ms. World Weary blushing? “I didn’t come while you were going down on me.”

He thought back to that night, the X-rated memories making him harder. That was true. He’d either been fucking her or playing her with his fingers. “You liked it, though?” His mouth was watering, but he’d go no further if she didn’t want him to.

“I loved it. I just can’t come easily from it, and most men don’t want to stay down there forever.”

The stab of jealousy that ran through him was annoying, so he ignored it. “I’m not most men,” he murmured and licked her swollen clit.

He used his hands to grip her legs and settled in to feast, taking more space for his head and shoulders when she arched. She was silent, but he could tell by the way her thighs trembled and the way she gripped his hair that she enjoyed it.

Samson had no idea how much time had passed, but when he heard her moans, he opened his eyes and left her for a breath of air. Her skin was flushed, turning her face and neck a dark burgundy rose. The lines on her forehead were deep. “You need to come,” he said, his breath coming as fast as hers. He scraped his chin over her clit, delighting in how she jumped.

“I told you, I can’t . . .”

He pressed two fingers deep inside her. He chuckled at the noise she made, though his erection made humor almost impossible. “That Night, you made that noise when I slid inside you. Does this fill you up like my cock did?”

“I think you’re a little bigger,” she purred.

He swallowed, the ego stroke going right to his dick. He pressed a third finger inside her and she gasped, her legs widening. “Perfect.”

He thrust inside her, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. “You can’t come from my tongue, I get that. But you came just fine when I fucked you with my fingers, didn’t you?”

She didn’t respond, so he stopped, lowered his head, and sucked her clit. She cried out.

He came back up. “Didn’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yeah.” His hungry gaze locked on his fingers moving in and out of her body, the sounds of sex filling the car. How would he let her go? Like, ever, but especially tonight?

Rhi tensed and he followed the cues of her body, not letting up until she came with a shudder and a sigh, her fingers relaxing over his arm.

Though his body was clamoring at him, he rested his head against her thigh, exhilarated accomplishment making him smug and happy.

He petted her calf. “Rhi,” he murmured and gave her clit a gentle kiss. “Rhiannon.”

A new tension invaded her limbs. He could feel the instant she transformed from postcoital lethargic to anxious. She sat straight up. “Rhi?” he repeated. “You okay?”

Her hair had escaped its ponytail. She nodded so hard the curls vibrated. “Yes. I—I have to go.” She grabbed her leggings and pulled them on.

“Go?” He frowned. She didn’t sound

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