Page 242 of Terms of Exposure
She could.
She would.
I sucked gently, tongue circling the peaked bud while my fingers continued their slow rhythm below. She was drenched—soaking my hand, my clothes—and I loved it.
Lovedher.
Her hands found my shirt, yanking uselessly at the fabric.
"Off," she demanded. "Now."
I released her nipple with a soft pop, pushed to my knees and ripped it off.
It hit the floor with a thud, heavy with her arousal.
Her cheeks tinged pink at the sound. "Sorry, that's—"
"The best thing I've ever tasted," I cut in.
She looked up at me, a grin spreading wide.
Not the wicked grin from the car. Not the breathless, pleasure-drunk expression from moments ago.
Just… warm. Open. Happy.
I felt my soul split down the middle, soaking in the view.
Her smile.
Thissmile.
Fuck the empires.
Fuck the company I'd built from the ground.
Thiswas my everything.
Everything I'd thought I wanted andnever found.
I'd burn the world down for that smile.
I'd build it back up just to see it again.
"What?" she asked softly.
I love you. Say it now.
I begged my voice, the words to come out.
Coward.
I shook my head, defeated.
So I lowered myself over her and kissed her instead, pouring everything I couldn't say into the press of my mouth against hers.
I love you.
I love you.
