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Wantingdidn’t even come close to how I felt. It wasn’t going to happen tonight, but that didn’t mean I’d leave her like this, frustrated and unsatisfied. There was so much more we could do.
“You don’t apologize to me.” I kissed her chest and moved lower, sliding my lips along her ribs and hip, careful to miss her tattoo. “Nothing to be sorry for, Zara.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Where are you going?”
I peered up at her. “You know where.”
One swipe of my tongue along her slick flesh, and I knew I would never taste anything better—sweeter.
Of course.Of courseshe tasted this way. This was my Zara, the girl who was made for me.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good,” I groaned, lapping at her.
“Cormac,” she breathed. “I need…I need…”
I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Shhh…I’m going to give you what you need. Let me have it.”
Then I buried my face between her thighs, letting myself be ruined.
Chapter Twenty-four
Zara
Icouldn’tseestraight.The ceiling blurred, snapping in and out, closing in, whipping away. My head was a Tilt-A-Whirl, spinning and spinning. I clutched Cormac’s hair so I didn’t fly away.
He was between my legs, licking me, sucking me, devouring every inch of my pussy like he already knew exactly what I liked, what set me off—like he knew my body better than I did.
The scrape of his stubble, the heat of his mouth, the slow, deliberate way he touched me, overwhelming in the best, most terrifying way.
I wasn’t used to this.
Not like this.
Not having my pleasure treated like the main event. Like the most important thing that could possibly happen today…or ever.
My thighs trembled around him, and my free hand fisted in the sheets, desperate for something solid. Everything else felt like it was dissolving.
“Cormac—” I choked out. There were a million other words on the tip of my tongue, none of which I could identify or makesense of. His name was the only thing that was clear, and I said it again and again.
He answered with a low sound that vibrated straight through me, sending another dizzying wave over my body. My back arched off the mattress, chasing the sensation, chasing him. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t. There was only the heat coiling low and bright and impossible.
Once wasn’t enough for him. He brought me over and kept going until I was writhing wildly, sweaty, hoarse from crying out for him—until I was oversensitive and so wrung out, my arms and legs went limp. Only then did he crawl over me and drop his forehead to mine.
“Okay?” he whispered.
I nodded. “So okay. You’re really, really good at that.”
His laugh was a warm gust across my chin. “I really, really like doing that to you.”
Moments passed, and my affection for him bloomed so big in my chest I couldn’t lie still. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, trying to pull him down on me.
He chuckled into my neck. “I’m going to crush you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. I happen to like your body. I don’t want it flattened.”
I nipped at his ear. “Roll us over. I want my skin on yours.”
