Page 145 of The Complete Truth Duet
He was so close that I was hopeless to prevent my body from responding. The hum hit me with a deafening force, tingling my skin as though the air between us had become electrified.
I peered up into hooded, blue eyes. “I don’t think this is going to fix anything, Penn. We have too much stuff to worry about.”
Okay, not totally true. Jumping him right then and there would have done wonders to fix the ache between my legs, but it wouldn’t have changed who we were.
Or who we weren’t.
“That’s because there’s nothing to fix. And stop worrying. I’m right here.” He slid my tank top up a few inches, revealing my stomach. “So I’m going to repeat: You can tell me to stop, Cora. And you know I will. But I’m begging you not to.”
“I don’t want you to stop, Penn. I’ve never wanted you to stop. Even when you did.”
His eyes got soft.
And then I lost sight of them altogether.
His lips came down, sealing over mine, crumbling the resistance I’d never had.
He kissed me breathless, even more so than the first time I’d tasted him. His mouth opened, our tongues gliding together, stealing my thoughts—and fears.
Pressing up onto my toes, I circled my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss until I decided I couldn’t get close enough and started climbing up his body.
He palmed my ass, lifting me off my feet. My legs curled around his hips, a moan escaping as I found glorious friction against his stomach.
I waited for him to fall back, take me to our mattress on the floor, and erase the last few weeks of blistering pain with nothing but his body.
Instead, he murmured a curse and started walking with me held tight in his arms.
“Where are you going?” I murmured, moving my affections to his neck.
“I heard Drew snoring through that door last night. I’m not going to be quiet, Cora. And I sure as fuck don’t want you to be, either.”
I smiled when I realized we were in the bathroom. He kicked the door shut and set me onto my feet. He went straight to the giant jetted tub and flipped the faucet on. My stomach dipped at the idea of riding him with the water sloshing waves around us. However, like a tornado, he spun around the room, hitting the shower—both heads—and the sinks on the double vanity until I wasn’t certain if we were going to have sex or flood the building.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
He put his hand to his ear and then tossed me a wink. “That should be good enough.” Curling a finger at me, he said, “Come here, baby. I want to show you something.”
My cheeks heated as I sauntered toward him.
He pecked me on the lips and once again caught the hem of my shirt. “May I?”
I lifted my arms above my head. “Such a gentleman.”
“For now.” He smiled, tugging the fabric over my head and tossing it absently across the room. Raking his teeth over his bottom lip, he stared down at his finger as he traced the swells of my breasts.
Goose bumps pebbled my skin as a chill ricocheted through me. I hissed, my lids fluttering shut, when his callused finger dipped inside the cup of my bra and brushed against my hard nipple, sending sparks straight to my clit.
“Oh, God,” I breathed.
He moved to my other breast, repeating the mind-numbing process as he proved he was a multitasker by unhooking my bra at the same time.
“Show-off,” I murmured, allowing it to fall down my arms to the floor.
I felt his smirk as he trailed kisses up my neck to my ear, where he rasped, “Give me your hand.” I offered it palm out, and he placed it on his chest before ordering, “Now, give me your other hand.”
I followed his direction and this one landed on my naked breast.
He covered my hands with his own, using our connection to kneed and rub. “How does that feel, baby?”
I arched my back and tried to slide out from under his grip. “Better when you do it.”
“No. How does it feel? Two chests, but they’re different, right?”
My eyes popped open and I swallowed hard. “Penn…I—”
“Shhhh.” He lifted the hands we’d had over his heart to his mouth and kissed each of my fingertips, rubbing the last back and forth over his bottom lip. “What’s this, baby?”
“Your mouth.”
He smiled, moved my hand off my breast, and plucked my nipple—rough and intoxicating. “And this?”
“My nipple,” I replied breathlessly.
“So we have my mouth and your nipple. Two very different things. Let’s see how this works out between the two of them.”
My lungs burned with anticipation as he slowly sank down, his blue eyes aimed up at me, and sucked my nipple between his lips.
“Oh, God.” I used his shoulders for balance as I swayed on boneless legs.
