Page 126 of Buckin' Around

The need to hide my stupid face with my hands has never been so overwhelming, but I’m too stunned to move.

He parts my thighs and dips his head before sending his tongue through my center. A girl has never been happier to have a man’s tongue occupied than I am right now.

We don’t say those three words, let alone the four that follow after.

Will you marry meis not exactly what I expected to hear when I planned my twelve-month college stay. And my final exams are just around the corner. Chlo is counting down the days until I come home. So I don’t need to hear them now.

My palms flatten against the door as he sweeps around my clit and bliss follows. That seems to be a theme with Spence—wherever he goes, bliss follows. At least for me.

I guess I’ll miss this part when I’m home.

I push back the thought and let his tongue carry me away on the ethereal plane it creates. I’m a trembling mess by the time he stands, and I’m still shy of an orgasm.

“Bath time, remember.” The shit-eating grin on his face, covered with my slick, is insane.

I roll my eyes at him.

Rough hands haul me over his shoulder as a hand slaps my ass.

“Oh! Don’t you dare.”

“Baby, I so fucking dare.”

He leans over and runs the water. My hands explore his toned ass while he runs his hand up the inside of my thigh.

The water is over half when he hauls me back onto his hips. “Behave, Riles. Or you will end up over my lap yet.”

I huff an indignant sound and nip his jawline before tracking tiny playful bites down his neck. My efforts earn a low, guttural growl. So, I’m taken aback when he releases me to the bathtub.

The water is hot. Deliciously so.

“You coming in?” I ask as I sink into the heat.

“Uh-huh.” He’s stripping his clothes from his back as I lie back in the water. “But first, I need to see you sink those pretty little fingers into that pussy.”

“Absolutely not.” I sit up, my nipples hardening.

“Oh well. I’ll keep that orgasm you were chasing to myself.”

My brows drop.

Fine.

Fine, bossy, gorgeous man.

I spread my legs and send a hand to my center, and his brows flick up. I’m slick. My clit throbs back to life.

Oh god.

Heat floods my body.

Having Spence watching . . . does something to me.

I sink two fingers into my core, and my back leaves the end of the tub.

“Fuck, Riles,” he growls.

My eyes open at his low tone.