Page 252 of Darling Venom
I wanted to flip the slip of fabric over and bury myself inside her.
I held back, joining her on my mattress but staying on my half of it.
Her chest rose and fell. “Leah is sleeping over at Jonah’s.”
“Good for her.”
She peeked an eye open. “You were drunk when I told you this, so I’ll say it again—I know you went to see her.”
I cursed.
“I’m not mad,” she added. “I’m grateful.”
Maybe it was her ability to forgive, or the fact that she saw me in a better light than I saw myself. Either way, it might’ve been the last thing to snap my remaining thread of decency. All I wanted now was to sink into her.
She turned onto her side.
My eyes snapped down to her round ass.
She peered over her shoulder. A devilish grin snuck onto her face.
“Caught you.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” I gripped her hip, just above the place where her ass began to curve.
If she gave me the green light, I’d sink my teeth there, too.
She returned to her back. My hand shifted with her, coming to her upper thigh, dangerously close to a piece of her I’d been dying to explore. I told my dick to calm the hell down, but I kept my hand where it was.
We both lay there, above the sheets, staring at the parts of each other we wanted to touch.
Eventually, she grabbed us ice cream while I dumped my shirt in the hamper and changed into sweats. I turned in time to see her settle into my bed with a tub of mint chip. She offered me a spoon, eyes lingering on my bare chest.
I shook my head, snorting. “I would gargle mouthwash if I wanted that taste in my mouth.”
“Mint chip does not taste like mouthwash.”
“Sure it doesn’t.”
I watched her shovel spoon after spoon of ice cream past her lips.
“Have you read Paul Beatty’s The Sellout?” She set the finished pint onto the nightstand and waited for my answer, continuing when it became clear I wouldn’t give one. “Right. You don’t read.”
“That’s what you’re here for.”
“Really? I thought it was for this.” She leaned over and licked below my navel, tracing a trail to my sweats.
Before she could pull back, I looped an arm around her waist and tugged her on top of me, invading her mouth with my tongue. Her hands went to my biceps. She used them for leverage, grinding herself against my thigh.
“Please, Tate.”
Her pleas danced around us.
I wouldn’t entertain them, but I didn’t want them to stop, either. I’d get us both off, taking this as far as last time, but no farther.
I knew she would ask more of me, so I lifted the skirt of her dress and pressed the hem to her lips. “Bite down.”
She complied.
