Page 64 of Broken Vows
Amusement dances behind her eyes as she gives me a crooked smile. “Okaaay,” she drags out teasingly. “How about…mine?”
Mollified, I tip my chin down. “NowthatI can agree to.”
Without warning, I reach out to snag the back of her neck, dragging her to me, banding my other arm around her waist, cinching her against me. Lynley gasps, hands flying out to land on my shoulders, but they immediately slide over my skin, exploring.
Her expression is one of wonder, and I can’t resist anymore, leaning down to press my mouth to hers. She immediately softens under the onslaught, her mouth parting as I demand entrance, our tongues tangling. Myhead spinning, I groan at the tantalizing taste that’s pure Lynley, and I nip playfully at her lip.
“I want you naked,” I murmur against her mouth, sliding my hand over the subtle curve of her waist, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast.
She hesitates, and I pull back, catching the insecurities flashing through her blue eyes. “I’m not…” she starts, chewing on her lower lip. I press my thumb to her lower lip, pulling it away from her teeth.
“Can’t have you hurting yourself. Not when I might want to take a bite later.” I wink, and she gives me a wavering smile. Her lashes flutter, hiding her eyes.
“I’ve had children.”
“Two of them. I’m aware,” I say dryly. She glares at me, but it doesn’t quite hide the vulnerability still edging into her eyes.
“You’re probably used to a different kind of woman,” she murmurs. “Not one who has…” She trails off, the corners of her mouth tugging down.
I press two fingers under her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. “You are the fantasy,” I tell her. “For months, I’ve been dreaming of this moment, waking up hard to the fantasy my imagination would give me.”
She leans into my hold, eyes peering into mine, gauging my sincerity. “What if I don’t live up to what you created in your head?”
“Lynley,” I growl, and a low sound escapes her. “You already have.”
I don’t give her time to think after that, quickly stripping her blouse off, my breath stalling at the sight of her delicate pink bra. I slide my fingers over the high curve of her breast, enjoying the tremor that racks her body. I dropmy hands to her jeans, working the button open and lowering the zipper.
To her credit, she doesn’t try to stop me. Her eyes are wide as I slide my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down until the matching lace panties are visible.
“Pretty,” I murmur, grazing my knuckles over the front of them, enjoying the sharp inhale and the goose bumps that lift over her skin. Wariness creeps back into her expression, that doubtful voice getting louder, so I push the denim down, dropping to my knees at her feet. I encourage her to rest her hands on my shoulders, using me for balance as I lift each foot, one after the other, pulling her pants free.
Finished, I look up at her, slowly sliding my hand from ankle to thigh, her skin silky and perfect under my touch. I reach around, digging my fingers into the crease where her thigh meets her ass.
“You’re perfect,” I breathe. “My imagination didn’t do you justice.”
“Grafton…”
“Love the way you say my name,” I tell her, and then bury my face between her legs, right up against her panties, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy.
“Grafton!” My name is pure shock this time, and I chuckle as her fingers dig into the bare skin of my shoulders, clinging for dear life. Keeping one hand on her ass, I use the other to slide the gusset of her already damp panties to the side, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her mound.
“Need a taste,” I mutter, spearing my tongue through her folds, drinking in the taste of her. Her thighs shake around my face as I flatten my tongue against her clit. She criesout above me. I dig my fingers into her, holding her as steady as I can.
Using the side of my hand to keep her panties out of the way, I twist my wrist, getting my finger at her entrance, sliding it in up to the first knuckle with ease, groaning at the feel of her pussy clenching around me. She writhes against me, grinding her hips down, and I quicken my movements, my finger pumping inside her as I swirl my tongue around her swollen clit.
She moans loudly, and I pull back, finding her already glaring at me as I admonish her. “Gotta be quiet, baby.”
She blinks, the haze clearing slightly as she mumbles, “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good girl,” I croon, and her cheeks flare with crimson color, her mouth parting. I reward her by pressing my mouth back to her swollen bud, suckling in rhythmic motions. I press a second finger inside her, sinking them both deep before crooking them, grazing them against her inner walls. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging ruthlessly, and I lean into the sting, humming, feeling her clamp down.
Moving my fingers faster and faster, I gently nip her clit with my teeth, flicking my eyes up to her face just as she lets out a cry, swaying above me. Keeping my fingers firmly planted in her pussy, I stand up and ease her into my other arm, pumping my fingers to draw out her orgasm.
“That’s it.” I lean down, brushing my lips against hers, knowing she’ll be able to taste herself. “You taste like an aphrodisiac. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give that up.”
The smile she gives me is tremulous, and her body is coated in a sheen of sweat. “That’s good,” she whispers, voice already sounding hoarse. “Because I don’t think I can give you up, either.”
I chuckle, sweeping her up and into my arms, gently depositing her onto the bed. I reach under her, deftly undoing the pink bra and pulling it free, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss to the hardened peak of one breast. Her panties are next, the soaked fabric sliding easily down her legs and following the same path onto the floor as the rest of her clothes.
