widening for the briefest moment.
And then he’s climbing on top of me, moving to pin me under him. As we get into place, he shares with fervor, “If it’s too soon to tell you that I love you again, then can I say that I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you? Because, Susan? I have.”
I don’t answer him in words. Instead, I draw the tip of his already stiff cock into my mouth and meet his shocked, heated eyes as I take my first suck.
CHAPTER 45
LUCAN
Lying side by side with Susan, our breathing slowing, gazing at each other (me looking mostly at her throat which inevitably leads me to ogle her breasts) just soaking in the endorphins while they bind to receptors and release dopamine throughout our systems.
I feel great. It felt better when I was lovingly holding her in my arms, but we lasted only a few minutes of this before she felt like she was being burned alive and I was pretty certain I was going to go up in flames if I tried to keep her body tucked against mine for much longer. In the future, we’ll need to consider opening a window to pull in a decent chill. When it starts snowing, there’s a good chance we’ll be able to withstand prolonged full-body contact without testing if she’s secretly a phoenix shifter.
“What are you thinking?” Susan asks.
“I’m wondering if I can make a joke about you being a phoenix for as hot as you are,” I tell her. If we try to spoon, one or both of us is sure to reach the temperature for spontaneous human combustion.
Her smile is slow and beautiful. “Thank you.”
It pleases me that she took it as a compliment—because she deserves to. She absolutely is hot in both senses of the word. Ask anyone who’s seen her when she’s wearing her Daisy Duke-worthy work shorts and her indecently small tank top. But naked? Sweet Mary, mother of Mac tíre, as Finn would say. Susan is magnificent.
I lace our fingers together and give our grip a scrunch. “What, ah, what are you thinking?”
She shifts onto her side, propping her head up with the heel of her hand, her tangled, work-styled hair falling all over. “The future. This changes a lot of things.” Her mouth twists and her gaze goes to the ceiling like there’s a list up there. “I’m thinking about the kids. About the house. My house, that is, now that I know you have this place. I only got the briefest impression of your kitchen here, but if you don’t have a slanted floor like ours—”
“Perfectly level. You could set a bag’s worth of marbles on the kitchen counter and they’d stay there.”
“That sounds amazing. I’m also thinking about Brooke, Ginny’s mom. And I need to pee so I don’t develop a UTI.”
“Wow.” I stare at her throat. “And here I thought you might be considering the merits of a nap. You’ve been on your feet all day so I figured you’d crash with me for a few minutes.”
She laughs and pats my chest, then gives my chest hair a tug that has my cock twitching. “I’ll be passed out before 9pm now, I can promise you that, but sex is better than coffee for reviving me.”
“Really?” I say, intrigued. “Does the sleepiness go away with practice or something?”
I watch her mouth tug up into a huge grin. “Well, you were on top for all activities, doing almost all the work. Next time, maybe I’ll ride you and then—”
I’ve caught her up and tossed her on top of me before she can finish speaking. I LOVE EATING PUSSY—and I can’t wait to do it again.
She curls into my chest, covering her face, unsuccessful at smothering a giggle. It’s an unexpected, cute sound coming from her. “I didn’t mean now. We should get back to the girls, make sure they’re okay.”
I pet her hair, thinking the girls are probably doing great and I’d really, really like to find out if I’m more invigorated after another round of sex. Afterwhich, I’ll get Susan to ride my face—
But she’s right. We should check in on the girls. For all that Maggie is in love with Liam, she’s going to start wondering why her mom isn’t back yet. She might worry.
“All right,” I croon up at her, drawing my hands down her back, loving the feel of her silky smooth flesh—awed that she’s mine to touch now, just like she’s proven I’m