Happily Ever After Collection - Melanie Moreland Page 0,16

waited with bated breath for the shower to shut off, then a few minutes later, Byron appeared, a towel draped around his hips. He smirked at me as he rubbed his damp hair. “That doesn’t look like my gift,” he drawled, indicating his robe I was wearing. “Mine was far prettier.” His eyes glinted as he tossed aside the towel he’d used on his hair. “And far less concealing.”

He stepped closer until he was a foot away.

“You enjoyed unwrapping it so much, I thought you’d like to do it again,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

“Is that so?”

I nodded, my eyes widening as he pulled on the towel at his waist and it fell to the floor.

His erection sprang free, long and heavy. He stroked himself twice, his eyes on me the whole time. “I’d like you to unwrap it.”

I drew in a long breath. Byron smiled. “You know they say you eat with your eyes before your mouth, Julia? Feed me. Slowly.”

I stood taller, my body shaking with the want I had for this man. I opened the belt and pulled on the sleeves, so they rested on the edge of my shoulders. With a deep breath and a flex of my arms, the robe fell, joining Byron’s towel on the floor. From his sharp intake of breath and the way his cock twitched, I knew he liked what he saw. Feeling braver, I tossed back my hair. “You like?”

Without a word, he twirled his finger midair, and with a grin, I spun on my feet, internally praying I could do so without falling. When we were once again face-to-face, he narrowed his eyes. He reached out his long forefinger, slowly trailing down the thin strap on my shoulder, across my collarbone, and traced the small bow that held the camisole together.

“Where did you get this again?”

“Victoria’s Secret.”

“Were there more of them?”

I frowned. “Yes.”

He nodded. “Good.” He raised his eyes, meeting mine. They were so filled with passion that my throat went dry. “Because this one isn’t going to last the night.”

And then he crushed me against him.

His mouth was hard. Possessive. Talented. His tongue slid and caressed, claiming me, making me his. Byron’s hands trailed along my arms, cupped my head, stroked my back, and pulled me up against him, his cock pressed between us.

My fingers pushed into the taut flesh of his back, holding him close. His firm chest cemented to mine, the coarse hairs rubbing into my skin. Every part of me was on fire. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted to feel every inch of his body. I wanted to touch—and to taste him.

All of him.

I eased away, pushing on his chest. He groaned as our lips pulled apart, his low “no” bringing a smile to my mouth. Without a word, I dropped to my knees, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. “God, Julia,” he rasped. “You don’t have—”

The rest of his words were lost; he threw his head back with a curse as I took him in my mouth. I teased and licked, his weight hot and heavy on my tongue. He buried his fingers in my hair, the tips caressing my scalp. Our eyes locked as I moved over him, my mouth, hands, and tongue working in tandem. He groaned and hissed, my name falling from his mouth as he rocked, sliding in and out, deeper and faster, his hand tightening in my hair. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths becoming pants. He was beautiful above me, losing himself in the passion I had stirred within him.

“Julia,” he pleaded. “You need—baby, fuck, you need—”

I took him in deeper with one long suck, and he fell. I swallowed around him as he shuddered and cursed, roaring my name before he stilled, his head dropping to his chest, hands falling away from my hair. For a minute, there was no sound in the room as he stood trembling in front of me. Gently, I rubbed his legs, feeling the small shudders that ran through him. He remained quiet, his eyes closed. But then…

He opened his eyes, the blue of them brilliant and alive. Pulling me to my feet, he lifted me up, crashing his mouth to mine as he carried me to the bed.

“My turn.”

I’d had sex before I met Byron. But I’d never experienced sex the way I did with Byron. It wasn’t just sex. It was so much more—so profound. He was sin incarnate, and he