Falling Fast (Falling Fast #1) - Tina Wainscott Page 0,60

eyebrows. Even when he was nineteen, he’d taken his time loving her. Cherishing her. His eyes took her in as though she were a precious gem, in awe and disbelief, the same way she felt.

I’m making love with Raleigh again. Like I’ve dreamed of for so long.

He straddled her waist, keeping his weight off her, and peeled up her shirt. She helped him, eager to return to where they’d left off in the pantry. With his eyes hungrily drinking her in, seeing so much more than what was there.

Within seconds, he’d released her bra, baring her to him. If he saw the scars in the soft light coming in through the sheer curtains, he gave no indication. He traced his fingertips along her curves, circling her burning peaks. “You are so beautiful.” His gaze had moved to her face, to include all of her.

“So are you. And I want to see more.”

He pulled off his T-shirt, muscles flexing with his movements. Then he dipped low, leaving a trail of kisses across her stomach, over both smooth and mottled skin, until his mouth closed over one peak. She tunneled her fingers into his soft, thick hair, arching into the feel of his tongue circling, flicking, driving heat right to her core. He moved to her other breast, teasing and sucking gently, making her throb with wanting.

She thought she breathed out his name but wasn’t sure it came out at all intelligible. He answered with a soft murmur, moving down her stomach, over one of the old surgery scars she’d once worried he would notice, and started unfastening her shorts. He peeled the seam apart and nibbled at the top edge of her panties. He’d always been a tease by taking his ever-loving time. This time when she uttered his name it was clear and pleading.

He wrapped his fingers over the waistband at her hips and jerked both shorts and panties down. She wriggled out of them as he slid them down her legs, and she heard them land with a whump on the floor. She cracked her eyes open to see him taking her in as he ran his fingers back up the insides of her legs. His thumb brushed her clit as he moved his hands up to the sensitive skin of her pelvis. She sucked in a breath, heat tingling right up to her stomach.

He leaned low and kissed her stomach as his thumb stroked her slick opening. His lips moving lower, lower, until it covered her completely throbbing clit. The heat from his mouth, the touch of his tongue, threatened to send her over. She’d been wanting this, hungry for it, all through dinner. Her body was so ready for him. So ready to explode.

But either Raleigh didn’t hear her panting breaths or he was ignoring them, because he moved away from her center and kissed all around it. His thumb pressed into her opening, gently stretching, preparing her for him. Just as he’d done that first time, making love to her orally, getting her wet and oh-so-ready.

She vibrated, alive, breathless. “Raleigh, please…”

“Mmm, I’m enjoying this too much. Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes. Too m-much.”

“You’re not going in sixty seconds, baby.”

She let out a groan even as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her fingers curling into the sheets. He extended the agony and the ecstasy, now sliding his finger into her and stroking deep and long. All the while, his tongue licked and circled and brought her closer, closer, until finally her climax crashed in on her like those waves she could hear through the closed window. She let out a sound, half groan, half desperate inhalation from not having breathed for so long.

He didn’t let her writhe away from him, just continued to suck and lick her ravaged body until she couldn’t take any more bombardment of sensations. That’s when she came again, gasping like someone who had been underwater for twenty minutes.

“Am I still here?” she asked once she’d caught her breath. “I think I might have imploded.”

“Oh, you did, but you’re still here. See.” He swiped his tongue over her again, and she twisted to the side.

“No more. I can’t take it.” She managed to get to her knees, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Your turn.” She pushed him down until he was lying where she’d just been. He looked like sin ten different ways, in his jeans with his erection straining against the fabric. Even with the scar down his side, he was the