of her clit, swollen and peeking out from beneath its hood.
I start with long, slow licks and watch her eyes roll back, her back arches, her hips lift, silently begging for more. But I stay in control, lovingly stroking and sucking until she pushes off the wall and writhes. Then combs her fingers into my hair and holds my head as she lifts.
I lick again, long and slow. Then I draw circles with my tongue. Her chest rises with quick, shallow breaths, her eyes heavy lidded. She’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts.
Her clit is the size of a small grape now, and all she needs is just the right amount of pressure to implode, but having her at my mercy, begging for what I’ve been dreaming of delivering, is completely intoxicating. I love this sense of finally having caught a woman who has bobbed and weaved away from me for over a year.
She lifts her fingers to her lips, sliding two of them along her lower lip, her gaze on me. I tense my tongue and flick it back and forth against the raw nub. Every muscle in Chloe’s body tenses, and her sounds of pleasure rise in pitch.
Just when I feel the very first tremor, I close my lips around the hot button and suck. She cries out, her hips buck against my mouth, and her hands fist in my hair as ecstasy quakes through her. Even as the thrill quiets, I keep licking and sucking until another round of wild quakes makes her cry out. And just because I can’t fucking stop myself, I slide two fingers deep into her heat and stroke the ridges of her G-spot while I suck her off a third time.
When she finally goes limp, I let her slide down the wall and right onto my lap, where I bury my cock into her relaxed, slick heat.
We are going to be so late.
13
Chloe
Xavier holds my hand on the drive to the restaurant. I’m…seriously mellow. He sates my body so completely, I feel wrung out and utterly satisfied. He also leaves me craving more.
Maybe it is the celibacy effect. I certainly can’t remember ever wanting someone with the force I want Xavier. On some level, I think I expected that to be the case, which is also why I waited so long to give in. Because I knew once I had him, I wouldn’t want to let him go. And he’s most definitely not the type to stay monogamous.
As much as that hooks into my existing insecurities, it’s best to be prepared for him to move on. I’ll have to wait to see how I feel then, to decide whether or not we can remain friends. It’s not like we ever talked about the women he was dating before this. At least, not extensively. So it wouldn’t be weird not to talk about them after, would it?
Only, my heart is now in the mix. And, damn, that makes everything so messy.
“Hey,” he says softly and squeezes my hand. “Don’t fall asleep.”
Laughter bubbles out of me. “If I do, it’s your fault.”
He pulls to the curb in front of Wildfire Brewery, shuts down the truck, and clicks open his seat belt, then takes my face in both hands and looks at me like I’m precious before he kisses me. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
I sober and meet his eyes. Really meet them and see him. I swear I can see into his soul, and if I didn’t know him like I do, I could make myself believe he really loves me. Beyond friends. But I do know him, and I don’t need another shattered heart, so I kiss him and slide from the truck.
He immediately takes my hand and looks up at the brewery’s sign as he heads toward the front door. “I’m starving now, thanks to you.”
I smile. “Hmm, same.”
He grabs the handle of the front door, and I put my hand over his. “Wait.”
He does, scanning my face with a worried look.
“I just, you know, want to keep this to ourselves, okay?”
“That’s a tightrope, isn’t it? Make others believe we’re together while making your closest friends believe it’s just pretend?”
I wince. “When did I become so irrationally high maintenance?”
He laughs, cups my cheek, and looks at me with the softest expression I’ve ever seen on his face. “I’ve got you.”
And he kisses me again. This man so easily sweeps me off my feet.
Inside, the restaurant is a dizzying whirl of controlled chaos.