Wild Open Hearts (Bluewater Billionaires) - Kathryn Nolan Page 0,79

clattered to the floor.

I sat back, placed my palms on her knees. Spread her legs slowly. All that hair fell in a curtain around her face.

“Thank you again. For what you said about me,” she whispered. My fingers wrapped around her bare ankles, slid up her calves, shifting the fabric of her skirt, revealing delicious inches of skin. “I haven’t been feeling very confident about myself recently.”

“Luna.” I meant to say more but her inner thighs were exposed now. I dragged my beard across them, nuzzling the skin. “Luna.”

“Yes?” Her voice shook.

I opened my mouth, breathing her in, tasting her. “I said those things because I like you. Because you’ve shown me the kind of person you really are.” My fingers kept shifting, shifting. She tilted her hips so I could shove the material past her waist, exposing pale-pink underwear. “And I know you understand how thankful I am for your help.”

“I do. Of course, I do.”

“Good.” I hooked my fingers into the lace and dragged them down her legs with an obsession—each tug, every part of her leg, the beautiful sight of her pussy right in front of my face. There for me to enjoy and explore.

I spread her legs further.

“Because now I’m going to fuck you with my mouth,” I rasped, pulling her toward me by the hips. “Because I really like you, Luna. A lot. It’s hard for me to express myself. But you should know this. And if you don’t come on my face right now, I might fucking die.”

I leaned into her wet folds and finally inhaled the true scent of her—earth, salt, sugar, woman—and I couldn’t stop my tongue from swiping up her sex.

“Beck.” A plea. My palms spanned the round curves of her ass. I squeezed, dragged her closer, and swept my tongue up and down. “I need… I need…”

“Anything you need, say it,” I growled, eyes looking up at her from between her legs.

“I really like you too,” she gasped, wrapping her fingers in my hair. She rocked her hips, brushing her clit against my mouth. I smirked and held her still. “My friends, they…” She was already panting. “They said I was falling for you.”

“Is that true, sweetheart?” Endearments weren’t my thing, but I’d called her sweetheart three times now. If any woman was my sweet heart, it was Luna da Rosa. I kissed the inside of her thighs, taking my time, biting her flesh. I smelled her arousal, could feel her legs already trembling and I’d barely licked her. This beauty was going to come from anticipation alone.

I’d never felt so alive, so in control, so fucking vulnerable.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever,” she whispered.

I stood so fast the chair fell over. Then I was bending Luna back, taking her mouth in a furious kiss. She moaned loudly, gripping my hair, spreading her legs even wider as my fingers caressed her pussy. I slid my index finger inside and was gripped by wet heat that had me fisting her hair. Pulling it. My palm grazed her clit and she cried out, head falling back, exposing her throat to my lips. She bent back farther and my mouth landed on her breasts, pulling her nipples through the fabric. I’d done this in my dreams and in my fantasies. The reality was even more beautiful.

I wasn’t sure what to do with all this extra emotion. So I put it into my actions, pushing her back onto the desk and dropping to my knees. I shoved the rest of her skirt over her hips, dragged her ass to the edge of the desk, and dropped my tongue directly onto her clit.

“Holy shit,” she cried out, almost laughing—but this wasn’t going to be funny.

“Tell me when you first thought about this,” I said. “About us.”

Us.

I gave her clit a few long strokes that had breath coming fast through her nose.

“The day on the beach. I kept thinking… god, that’s amazing… I kept thinking about your beard and what it would… what it would feel like.” She gave in to a long groan. I pulled an even sexier sound from her lips when I fluttered my tongue lightly, sliding another finger into her heat. I rubbed my beard back and forth across her thighs and her back arched off the desk.

“Yes,” she gasped. “That’s what I thought about.”

“What next?” I held her hips and swirled around her clit, fucking her slowly with my fingers.

“At the bar,” she moaned. “I thought… I thought you