Page 265 of Trouble from Abroad
“Only if you admit you’re being dramatic. Oh. And only if you promise to do it again.Hurt me like that. Agreed?”
I spread her wider and let her see the filthy grin stretching across my face. “Agreed,Miss Thorne.”
Lowering my mouth to her soaked cunt, I kiss it softly. She squeaks, then scrambles back from me.
“Wha—what are you doing?” she gasps, pressing herself into the headboard.
“Eating my pussy,” I say against her. “What did you think I was doing?”
“No. You said fingers. Preston, you just?—”
I pause, let my head hang for a second, then meet her eyes. Serious, now. “You either have a terrible short-term memory—which we both know you don’t—or you think there’s something wrong with what I was about to do.”
Hesitation is written all over her. I hate it. Hate the flicker of shame in her eyes, the way her body braces. One smooth move and I’ve got her legs down, her back flat, my body crowding hers.
“It shocks you that I’d eat your pussy after I came in it?”
Her eyes flick away. “Yes,” she admits quietly. “You’ve licked off my tits, but this is different.”
“Why? Look at me, baby,” I say, holding her jaw. “No hiding. That’s my favorite thing about you. Don’t start hiding now.”
She meets my stare, cheeks pink, eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Thank you. Now tell me why it bothered you.”
She hesitates, then blows out a shaky breath. “Because… fuck. It’s stupid. I guess I grew up learning it’s just…not done? Or not something guyswantto do.” She rolls her eyes at herself. “I guess I never thought of it… for myself. God, I feel so stupid saying it out loud.”
Next, her eyes snap back at me. “Oh! I see where you’re going with it. Boys don’t, men do.” Mia has the nerve to rollher eyesat menow, though there’s a smile behind it. Sassy little thing.
I smirk and press a kiss to her shoulder, feeling her body ease under my mouth. I trace up to the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. Our scent. God, it’s delicious.
“Does it disgust you?”
“No,” she rushes to say, eyes locking on mine. “It’s not that. Not at all.”
She kisses me, deep and sure, then rests her forehead against mine. It’s only been a few days ofthis—whatever this is—but the forehead touch? That already feels likeour thing.
Am I seeing things that are not there?
Possibly.
Am I in Trouble?
Definitely.
“It doesn’t disgust me. I just… never really thought about it. But now that I have?” She licks her lips, and my stomach tightens. “I think that’d be hot as fuck.”
The way she says it, so sure, blush creeping across her face… I’m done for.
My grin grows as she speaks. “Good girl. Tell me more.”
“Can you kiss me with your messy mouth when you’re done?” There she is, my sweet, filthy girl. Of course I’m in Trouble.Deepinto Trouble.
And dirty talk classes, my ass.
“I would if I could, baby.”
She tilts her head, brow creased. “Huh? What do you mean?”
