Page 147 of Nessa and the Bear
“I need to be sure, Nes,” he answered, his voice muffled against her shirt. “Maybe I’ll find something further down,” he offered, grabbing her legs.
He spread her thighs open and dropped to his knees. Lifting her legs, he dropped them over his shoulders before planting his face between her thighs, uncaring of the denim blocking him from her pussy.
Murphy groaned appreciatively. “I can definitely scent something magical in this spot.”
“Oh, yeah?” Nessa asked dryly, torn between prying him off of her and encouraging him to continue.
Murphy looked up at her, humor and affection making his brown eyes appear lighter. “Why don’t I kick out our guests and I can spend the next few hours performing athoroughexamination of your body?”
Nessa smiled, her heart full of such love, such contentment; she felt like she could shatter into a million fragments from the euphoria of it all. And if she did, she knew Murphy would piece her back together. She’d been blessed with a man who wasn’t just her soul mate, but her home.
Her everything.
