Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,102
lengthy swipes of his tongue. He never let up the pressure on the plump little bud under his fingers. He wouldn’t settle for some mild little O.
She was going to frigging scream, or he’d be out there all night, eating her until he died from oxygen deprivation.
Her legs shook around his head and she arched, lifting up for a fraction of a moment before she grinded onto his face. He growled against her and unwound the last scrap of her control, sucking her so hard that she had no choice but to break apart. Her wetness flooded his lips and he swallowed every drop, savoring the moans that shuddered through her body.
Once she’d ridden her climax to its end, he grasped her hip to steady her trembles and threw back his head to breathe.
And smiled up at the sky where the stars had begun to emerge from the clouds.
Her blanket dipped toward his nose and mouth as she sagged to his chest. He chuckled and sat up, sliding her down so that she plopped on his lap. His arms encircled her still quivering body, and he kissed the side of her neck until she let out a weak moan.
“I didn’t—I’ve never…” She exhaled. “Outside.”
“Yeah. The free show is over for tonight.” After he jockeyed her enough to pull up his boxers and jeans, he clutched her hand between her breasts. “In my bed, Red. Now.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “You can’t go again.”
“Twenty-three, baby. I can go until you can’t walk.” When she scoffed, he scooped her up and stood, bobbling her in his hold. “Whoa, O legs. Good job.”
Her giggle was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Not his guitar, when he was rocking out during an incredible show. Not when he was nailing it during practice, or jamming during a Slayers’ concert.
She outstripped all of them effortlessly.
Stumbling a little, he carted her down the hall to his bedroom and dumped her on the mattress. He shed his jeans and boxers and joined her on the bed, his intent clear. She squealed out a laugh as he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his hip, already prepared to go for it when reality descended.
Bare cock. Bare pussy. Dancing eyes that flashed up to his and slowly lowered as her anticipation bled away.
He kissed her to keep from saying the obvious.
No condom, can’t do it.
Of course he had some in the nightstand, but the moment had been lost. The specter of real life had blown up between them like a ticking bomb.
Her kisses tasted like him. He’d come in her mouth, and she’d taken every drop, just as he had. She whimpered and he knew she’d tasted herself too. Her tongue twined around his and he fisted his hands in her hair, loving that she was finally on his pillows. In his bed, in his apartment.
His.
Truthfully, there was no finally to it. A week ago, he’d barely known who she was. But lifetimes could pass in an hour with her.
“Let me go grab your clothes off the deck,” he murmured in between kisses.
She started to argue, then she turned her head away. “Stupid reporters. What do they do, hang out of helicopters?”
“Sometimes.” He’d seen much worse things when it came to his father and his bevy of women. Money made the paps salivate just like it did everyone else. “Just in case. If they saw us, so be it. If they didn’t, well, might as well tidy up the evidence of a very good,” he glanced at his alarm clock, “hour. Shit, really?”
Again that giggle, although he would’ve sworn it was sleepier this time. “You were thorough.”
“So were you, Mrs. Shawcross. O legs, remember? A favor I intend to return.”
For once, she didn’t jolt at the name, just smiled up at him with unfocused eyes. “You didn’t let me walk in here, but trust me, I have them. If they’re still attached.”
He grinned and gave her another quick kiss. “Be right back.”
“’Kay.”
Jogging out to the deck, he gathered up her clothes and took a quick glance at the surrounding buildings. He didn’t see any telephoto lenses trained on his floor, so maybe they’d gotten lucky.
He grinned again. Oh, they so had.
On the way back to Chloe, he stopped off in the bathroom to wash up and take care of business. He’d neglected to put his jeans back on for his trip outside, but eh. He didn’t have anything to hide.