Page 124 of One for the Road
She lifted her hips, hands shaking as she wiggled the fabric down over her hips. Our gazes tangled, heated, as it peeled away. I didn’t breathe as the matching pink lace I’d felt but not seen went with it, and I finally got a look at that beautiful cunt again.
Fuck. Me.
Only a strip of blonde curls graced it this time. They were already wet, dripping from her first orgasm. “God, Isla, look at you—” I broke off, voice thicker than honey. “I knew you’d be like this.” I traced her from throat to clit with a shaking finger. She whimpered. Trembled. “Your skin is so soft,” I said reverently. “Absolutely unreal. I want to paint my cum over every inch of it.”
I both abhorred and delighted in the knowledge that Cameron had never worshipped her in all the ways she deserved.
If he had, I wouldn’t get to hear the adorably embarrassed keening sound she made. Or watch her turn her face to the side, trying to hide her blush against the mattress.
“I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I lowered my head, bit her inner thigh. Hard enough to leave an imprint.
“Alistair, please.” Her hips jerked.
“Soon,” I promised, sinking one finger between her legs, my touch feather-light as I slid through her wetness, nearly coming on the spot at how good she felt.
Mine, I thought when she cried out. Even if she hated me once this was over – hated me now – this was because of me.
We’d spent weeks provoking one another, inching toward this moment. Now it was here, I was impatient. Needy. Clumsy. The only thing stronger was my desperation to make this memorable for her.
“Please . . . don’t tease me,” she begged.
“You deserve to be teased.” Another caress. Another whimper. I bottled the sound, stroking my other hand possessively over her hip. “You’re a dream come true, Isla. It makes me want to ruin you. And maybe that’s fucked up, but it’s true. Makes it really hard to take this slow.” Sliding flat onto my belly, I pushed my finger in all the way to the knuckle, delighting in the arch of her back.
“I don’t want slow.”
“MaybeIneed it, I don’t want to—” Her fingers dug into my hair and tugged. I swallowed tightly, unable to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. “I mean, it’s never happened before, but if I was ever going to ejaculate prematurely, it’ll be now—”
“I love how you talk,” she babbled. “It’s like I’m watching the dirtiest episode ofGrey’s Anatomyof my life.”
I belly laughed, amazed at the fact that I was able tolaugh while my finger was buried inside her, cock weeping and hard enough to cut through ice.I loved this woman. Loved her so fucking much.
I’d known it on the boat this morning when I’d tried to figure out if she planned to build a life here. I’d known in Callum’s living room. Hell, I’d known it before I’d even taken the interview, already planning how I’d pick holes in the candidate.
Now I’d show her in the only way she’d let me. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting you for months.”
“Wait – but I’ve never . . .” She held my shoulder with her foot.
“Good.” It was the only warning I gave her before I split her open with my thumbs and sucked her clit into my mouth, stroking it with the tip of my tongue and fuck . . . she moaned so loudly, I was sure they could hear on the other side of the island.
“Oh my god.”
“That’s my line. You taste so fucking good.” I took another long lick and groaned, my pleasure intrinsically linked to hers. “Knew you would.”
Hooking her thighs over my shoulders, it took her less than a second to roll her hips, catching the rhythm of my tongue.
“There you go,” I hummed against her. “You’re a natural.”
Fuck, the talking only made her wetter.
I wrote my name with my tongue, pressing into her opening with my thumb while she gasped and shuddered above me. I held her eyes the entire time, hypnotised by every sound. “Alistair. Alistair . . . I’m—”
She didn’t even finish the sentence before exploding, the sight like nothing I’d ever experienced. Body as tight as a bowstring, her pleasure rolled on and on, and I didn’t let up, circling my tongue again and again as her next orgasm edged. “Alistair,” she gasped, “I . . . it’s too much.”
No. Something inside me gnashed its teeth. I felt wild. Knowing when she walked out that door, it was over. She’d leave, and I was going to die. “You can do one more.” My voice was a possessive husk as I pressed my thumb so far inside her, she came on the spot with a surprised little whimper. I had to clench my toes. “So fucking gorgeous. I swear I’m about to blow against the bedsheets.”
“I think I’d like that.”
I bet she would. I nipped at her clit. “Can you take another?”
