Page 73 of The Complete Truth Duet
My legs fell open—an offer he did not refuse. His hips wedged between my thighs as his mouth sealed over mine in the most desperate of kisses I’d ever received.
It was slow and searing.
Sad, but loving.
Brutal, but honest.
It was all the points of light that made up Penn Walker.
“I’m done with the games,” he murmured, supporting his weight on one hand beside my head, his other frantically shoving my shirt up. “I can’t lose you, Cora. I can’t.”
I sat up only far enough to finish the job of removing my shirt while promising, “You won’t.”
“I will. But I swear on my life I’ll make sure you win.” His tone was so jagged that I could barely understand him, and less than a second later, I gave up trying. “I need to feel you, baby. Say you trust me.”
I gave it exactly zero consideration before I replied with, “I trust you.”
He stilled, hovering above me. His gaze traced over my face, searching for what I could only assume was hesitation. “Truth, Cora?”
“Truth. Please, Penn.”
And that was all it took.
With one foot, he kicked the door shut.
With one hand, he tore the cup of my bra down, exposing my breast before dipping low and sealing his hot mouth over my nipple.
Sparks detonated inside me, radiating all the way down to my clit and everywhere in between. His hand found its way to my other breast, where he plucked and kneaded in time with his tongue.
I arched off the floor, eager and wanton.
And Penn gave.
He licked and sucked, groans rumbling from his throat, teasing my skin and taking me even higher.
Panting, I threaded my fingers into the top of his hair and got lost in the sensation.
Every swipe of his tongue was followed by a nip.
Every nip was followed by a long, soothing lave of his tongue.
Every lave was followed by a roll of his hips, revealing his thickening cock.
And every roll stole gasps from both of our throats.
It had been too long, and I was climbing that peak of ecstasy fast, but this wasn’t going to be enough to carry me any further.
Sitting up, I tugged his shirt over his head and then followed it up by unhooking my bra and allowing it to slide down my arms.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rumbled, his gaze anchored to my breasts like a teenage boy.
I almost laughed, but my cheeks heated under his praise. I’d never been particularly shy, but…
Penn was gorgeous. In so many ways. And not because he was all sleek power and defined muscles, though that didn’t hurt. Penn was gorgeous because he was all the things that hadn’t existed in my world for over a decade.
Frantic and fevered, I sat up, going straight for his jeans. He caught my hands as I fumbled with his button.
“I’m done with the games too,” I told him. Fire hit his eyes, causing a surge of heat to pool between my legs, but I held his feral gaze. “I trust you. I want you. I need you. Now, Penn.”
He moved fast, his mouth sealing over mine as he yanked my shorts down my thighs without even touching the zipper. Then he paused only to repeat the process with my panties.
I tugged on his jeans until he rose to his feet, his arm hooked around my back, taking me up with him. Then I dangled in his arms as he used one hand to send the mattress leaning against the wall crashing to the floor with a loud thump.
I giggled at his urgency. But Penn was all business.
I landed on the bed first, watching with rapt, mouthwatering attention as he stepped out of his jeans. He was long and thick.
But more, he was ready.
I squeaked as he dropped his knees to the mattress and folded over me with his hands on either side of my head, his body hovering over mine. He kissed me again, chastely at first, breathing me in with a reverence so genuine that it made my eyes sting.
I wanted to talk to him. To once again reassure him that I was okay.
But we’d done enough talking.
And as his mouth opened hastily, his tongue snaking out to tangle with mine, and his fingers slipping between my legs, it was clear he agreed.
My head flew back against the mattress, costing me the loss of his mouth, but I could focus on nothing but the glorious pressure building with only a single touch.
He latched on to my neck, rough and desperate, licking and sucking, driving me to the edge as his fingers played between my legs with the skill of a piano player, hitting every single note my body had to offer.
I moaned incoherently.
He swallowed them like they were his favorite meal.
I cried out, fighting the orgasm off, not ready to let go.
He found my clit, circling and rolling until it was impossible to hold out any longer.
