Show Time (Juniper Ridge Romantic Comedies #1) - Tawna Fenske Page 0,55

a thin strip of lace barely covering her, and she gasps as I hook a finger and slip the fabric aside.

“Please, Dean,” she begs. “I’ll do anything.”

Slowly, I trace the tip of my tongue along her slippery seam. Vanessa cries out and clutches the back of my head. “Yes.”

I smile and lick her again, drawing her clit into my mouth. “I take it this isn’t one of your turnoffs?”

“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I lick her again, savoring the honey-sweet slickness. I slip a finger inside, groaning as her tight walls clench around me. “You taste so good.”

“Dean.” There’s an urgency in her voice that wasn’t there a second ago.

I lick her again, feeling her pulse around me. The instant I draw her clit into my mouth, she breaks apart beneath me.

“Oh, God.” She screams, clutching the back of my head. Desire floods my system as I keep licking, keep fucking her with my fingers. She arches way off the bed, and I anchor her in place, wringing every last spasm out of her.

Her screams subside as she comes back down. Roughneck trots in and cocks his head but doesn’t move to join us.

“Go lay down, Buddy,” I tell him. “Everything’s okay.”

He considers that, then flops down in the corner and instantly falls asleep. Vanessa angles up on her elbows. “I was reading to him from this book called Take a Nap, Change Your Life,” she says. “It’s written by a neuroscientist and sleep researcher.”

“Good to see he’s taking it to heart.” I turn back to her. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” She pushes her hair out of her eyes and grins. “Holy God. That was unreal.”

I smile and move up the bed, kissing my way along her body the same way I got down here. She pulls me to her, kissing me deep and soft and hungry. When she breaks the kiss, she’s laughing. “You taste like me.”

“That’s a turn-on,” I tell her, kissing her again. “For the record.”

“Mmm.” She closes her eyes, but her hands have a mind of their own. She’s working my zipper, tugging it down as she shoves my pants down over my hips. It’s a marvel of science that she manages to remove them while I toe off my socks and shoes. She’s already got the condom in her hand, and I don’t bother asking where she grabbed it. I’m just grateful she’s rolling it on, touching and stroking and—

“Need you inside me,” she pants as she pulls me between her thighs. “Please, don’t make me wait.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Still, I hesitate. “This is just to get it out of our systems, right?”

She blinks once, then nods. “Absolutely.” She reaches between us and guides me to her warm center. Her heels press the backs of my thighs, guiding me in.

I groan as I sink into the softest, slickest heat I’ve ever felt. “Vanessa. God.”

She’s so tight, so wet, and for a moment, I forget it might be the only time I’ll ever feel this. I want to feel this a hundred times, a thousand, a million. I want to lose count of all the times I make her cry out and clench around me.

I groan as she angles up against me. “Holy hell.”

The sound she makes is somewhere between a sigh and a moan. “Jesus, Dean.” She opens her eyes and looks deep into mine with a little laugh that turns into a moan. “You’re—uh—big.”

My ego swells as I push into her again. “You’re—uh—hot.”

Her laughter becomes a moan as I slide into her and hit what I’m pretty sure is her G-spot. Our bodies move together like they were made to do this. Like we’ve been careening toward this our whole lives.

My ears start to buzz, and my vision’s going fuzzy. I want to last forever, so I try to slow it down. My brain conjures the least sexy things I can think of. Shareholder expense ratios. The cost analysis of yield to maturity distribution rates. Anything to keep my mind off how good it feels to be inside her right now.

“Dean.”

She says my name on a gasp, and I’m too far gone to joke about Goliath or He-Man or whatever the fuck I said earlier. Her moans, they’re like tiny prayers, and I’ve never felt so much like a God. I’m going under, slipping past the point of no return.

Only once. Just this once.

I close my eyes, reminding myself this can’t last. We’re just getting it out of