Page 67 of Be With Me
The orgasm crashed into me like a wave, stealing my breath, tearing me apart. I moaned against his palm and clenched around his fingers. He kept moving, stroking me from the inside out, wet and slick and relentless.
Oh. My. God.
I was still coming down, mind in shards, when he pulled his hand from my shorts.
I looked down and—Christ.
My wetness practically dripped off his fingers.
I whirled around, pressing my back against the railing, face on fire. He needed something to clean them with. I’d grab a napkin, a towel, anything.
“I’ll get?—”
He cut me off with a look. Dark. Hooded. Turned on. And then he brought those fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
With a groan.
Like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
I slumped against the railing. My legs feel like jelly. My core felt like it’d been liquefied. And still, a gnawing hunger pulsed low inside my belly.
More. More. More.
The voice in my head shoutingABORT ABORTturned frantic.
If there was ever a time to listen to it, it was now.
Instead, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his lips. If I kissed him now, I’d probably taste myself on his tongue.
The thought drove me wild.
“This is a terrible idea,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.
He took a step forward, crowding me against the railing.
“We should stop,” I all but whispered.
His hand cupped my cheek, thumb grazing my skin. “You telling me to stop?”
“Rom…” His name broke on my lips. Indecision choked the rest of the sentence. My heart hammered, torn between reason and want.
His lips hovered over mine. So close. Every breath he exhaled mingled with mine in the space between us.
Thwomp… Shhhh…
The waves crashed in the distance. I barely heard them over the rush of my own pulse.
The heat in his gaze bled into me, soaking through my veins and settling in the pit of my belly.
Just a peck.
That was all I needed. I’d simmer down once I satisfied this aching need to feel his lips against mine.
I licked my lips. “No.”
And then I rose onto my tiptoes and kissed him.
He responded with a low groan, curling his palm around my waist while his other hand tilted my head back.
