Page 59 of The Best Friend Problem
“I need to taste you first. Please, Pru.”
Her gaze turned hazy, filling with need. That small pink tongue darted out, rasping along her bottom lip. “Where?”
“Everywhere.”
She shifted on the bed, stretching out, arms above her head, legs parting slightly, back arching to press those sweet, full breasts into the air like an offering. An offering he was desperate to accept.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
The sly grin on her face was the first thing he craved, an appetizer as he worked his way down her body to the main course. He leaned over, capturing the clever mouth that could bring him to his knees with nothing but a touch or a word. She moaned deep in her throat, pressing up against him, wrapping one bare leg around his denim-clad one. Damn! The sexy minx was going to make him lose his focus. His focus being her. Her pleasure first. Everything else could come after.
Releasing her lips, he gently pried the silky-smooth leg from around him, placing it back on the soft mattress. His hands moved over her skin, trembling a bit at the heat emanating from her, the sparks, the connection. Yes! This…this was what he’d been aching for. The sharp bolt of rightness he felt when touching her. The strange duality of electricity and absolute comfort in pleasuring Prudence Carlson.
“Finn!”
She cried out his name as he moved down her body, sampling the sweet pulse point rapidly beating at the base of her neck before going lower to capture one perfect, stiff, dusty-rose–colored nipple between his lips. He bit down softly, wrenching another loud moan from her. Her hips moved against him in a silent plea.
He’d get there. In time. He didn’t want to rush this. Sure, she’d come to him tonight, but what about tomorrow? If tonight was all he got of Pru, he was damn sure going to make it last.
“Like that?” He blew against her breast, glossy and wet from his kiss, moving to the other with a chuckle when she lightly smacked his shoulder.
“Don’t fish for compliments. You know I— Oh!”
Her words died off as he lavished the same attention on her other nipple. He continued down her body, loving the salty, sweet taste of skin that smelled of nothing more than Pru because he knew she preferred fragrance-free soaps. She didn’t need them. Pru had a scent all her own. A natural, wild scent that reminded him of the clean, crisp Colorado air after a rain. Pure Pru.
When he reached her stomach, he paused at the slight swell of her belly, the reality of the moment crashing down around him. But an odd thing happened. It didn’t frighten him. Quite the opposite.
Hovering there, poised above Pru, staring down at her magnificent naked body and knowing that small bump held two precious lives—two lives he helped create—caused something deep within him to settle. To click into place. An overwhelming sense of rightness lodged within in his chest. His protective streak had always run a mile wide. Probably why he’d become a firefighter. But he knew, in that moment, he would do anything, anything, to ensure the health and happiness of these three souls.
His hand reached out to gently brush over her stomach, lips reverently kissing the tiny baby bump.
“Hey, you two. Mommy and Daddy are going to enjoy a little adult time right now, so you be good and, uh, go to sleep or whatever.”
“Did you just tell our unborn babies to go to sleep so we can have sex?”
He smiled, not mentioning her use of the word our.
“I don’t even think they’ve developed ears yet, Finn.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know what they’re capable of deciphering from the womb. People say playing Mozart to the stomach makes them smarter and shit. Maybe they can hear sex noises, too.”
“You really know how to set the mood. No wonder you never go past a first date.”
He cut off her complaints with a soft stroke of his tongue between her legs. Her head dropped back, a low, keening cry escaping her lips.
“What was that again?”
“Nothing,” she panted. “I said nothing. Continue on.”
He chuckled, keeping his lips close enough for her to enjoy the vibrations. And she did enjoy them, if the hand currently grasping his hair and tugging him closer was any indication. Far be it from him to deny a lady’s request.
He pressed closer, listening to her every sound as he added just the right amount of pressure with his mouth and hands to send her muscles tightening and her voice crying out moments later with her release. He stayed where he was, gentling her down from the explosive orgasm until she shifted beneath him.
“My turn.”
“Your—” But that was all he got out before she twisted, pushing down on his shoulder until he toppled back on the bed with her rising above him, a move she could only execute because he allowed it. And why wouldn’t he? He was all for letting this sexy, feisty woman have her way with him.
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