Page 67 of Almost Yours
“About tasting what, exactly?” I whisper, my voice barely holding together.
His teeth graze my earlobe, and I shiver despite the afternoon heat. “Your sweet cunt, Violet.” The words send a wave of heat straight to my core. “I’ve been dreaming about burying my face between your thighs. Feeling you fall apart on my tongue.”
My knees nearly buckle. I grip his shoulders for balance, fingers digging into slick, heated skin.
“Can I taste you, baby?” he asks, pulling back to meet my eyes. There’s hunger there, but also patience. Always patience with him.
My breath catches in my throat. Every nerve ending in mybody screams yes, but the words won’t come. Instead, I nod, probably too eagerly and definitely without an ounce of composure.
It takes less than a second for him to push me gently onto the porch steps and sink to his knees. His hands slide up my thighs. My breath hitches as his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down my legs along with my panties with agonizing slowness.
“Rowan,” I whisper, glancing nervously around us. “We’re outside.”
His blue eyes meet mine. “No one for miles, darlin’. Just us.”
The reassurance doesn’t do much to calm my nerves, but then his mouth finds the inside of my thigh, and rational thought becomes a distant memory.
He presses a kiss there, then another, working his way higher. Strong hands spread my thighs wider as he lowers his head, thenoh my god.
The first slow drag of his tongue has my head falling back. He groans against me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and the vibration sends sparks shooting up my spine.
My fingers clutch at the wooden step beneath me. His mouth is gentle at first, exploring with soft, teasing strokes. Then he grows more insistent, his tongue circling my most sensitive spot before flattening against me.
“Oh god,” I breathe as pleasure spirals through me.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him as he devours me with single-minded focus. The contrast of his rough stubble against my tender skin only heightens every sensation. I’m exposed, completely at his mercy, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
His tongue presses deeper, and I let out a moan that echoes across the open field. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to care. Especially not when he’s looking up at me with those hungry blue eyes.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls against me, the vibrationof his words sending another jolt through my body. “Better than I imagined.”
I can’t speak, can hardly breathe as he slides his hands underneath me and lifts my hips to meet his hungry mouth. His tongue flicks rapidly against my clit before circling it, teasing me to the edge and then backing away.
“Please,” I whimper, my hips bucking against his face.
He alternates between broad, flat strokes and precise flicks that make my thighs quiver. When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks gently, I cry out. My hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, holding him right where I need him.
He hums against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. I’m trembling now, completely undone by his mouth as he works me with a deliberate precision that makes me want to scream.
“Rowan, please,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I need?—”
He answers by sliding a finger inside me, curling it upward as his tongue continues its relentless assault. The stretch of his finger, the wet heat of his mouth, the burn of his stubble against my inner thighs—it’s almost too much. My back arches off the porch step, and I don’t even recognize the desperate sounds coming from my throat.
He moans against me, as if he’s getting as much pleasure from this as I am. His finger pumps faster until my orgasm hits. My fingers tighten in his hair as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I cry out his name, not caring who might hear.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s looking up at me with a wicked grin, his chin glistening with the evidence of what he just did to me. He holds my gaze as he drags his thumb across his bottom lip, gathering the wetness there. I watch as he slides his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean with a deep, satisfied groan.
Oh. My. God.
“That…” I whisper, trying to remember how to breathe. “That was...”
“Not nearly enough,” he finishes, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh that makes me shiver. His stubble scrapes against my sensitive skin as he works his way back up my body. “I could spend hours between your legs and still need more.”
I’m trying to remember how to form words when he says, “I like having you spread open on my porch steps. Next time, I’ll take you out front where anyone driving by can see how pretty you look when you’re soaking my face.”
My entire body flushes hot. “Rowan!”
I cover my face with my hands, mortified at how he affects me. His fingers gently pry mine away, and he’s still grinning.
