Protecting his colleagues, his brothers in arms.
Protecting those he loves.
Protecting the innocent.
God, you’re beautiful.
“Most men aren’t into being called beautiful.” Amusement dances in his eyes.
Oops.“Did I really say that out loud…or can you now read my mind?”
“I definitely can’t read your mind.”
“Ahh, so the first option. And youarebeautiful. To me. In a very manly way, of course.” I grin, and my gaze drops to his hard cock, proud and erect.
I reach out to touch it. Jayden stops me before I have a chance.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I believe you promised I’d get to taste you first.”
“Oh, I did, did I?”
He nods, and the hungry smile he flashes me has my lady bits wet in record time.
I spread my legs, creating space for him to fit. He cups the backs of my knees and spreads me wider. His hungry gaze turns even hungrier.
Never in all the years we’ve been friends have I imagined seeing him this way. For me.
He reverently kisses a path along the length of my inner thigh. My heart squeezes at how, because he loves me, this erotic moment between us feels so different, so breathtaking.
So right.
He reaches my sex and gently parts my lips. His tongue runs along one side of my seam to my core, giving it extra attention, flicking and swirling against it…and I almost shoot off my bed.Oh God, the wonderful Almighty.
My eyes squeeze shut against the powerful sensation trembling through me. Jayden chuckles, the sound vibrating against my clit. Which doesn’t help the situation. I writhe and moan, unable to stay still.
He settles his hand on my hip, keeping me in place, then gifts the other side of my sex to the same delightful treatment. This gets the same response out of me, my hips jerking, although not as much as before, due to his hand keeping me steady.
I could so get used to this.
His tongue keeps tormenting my clit in the best possible way. I peer down at him. His beautiful head—with his shaved-short black hair—between my legs is the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.
Unable to resist, I stroke my fingers over his coarse hair.
He looks up at me and smiles, and that smile is what almost does me in. It’s tender, but at the same time, it’s dirty and naughty.
It’s my new favorite smile when it comes to Jayden.
It’s one I wouldn’t mind seeing every day for the rest of my life.
Jayden continues guiding me further and further to the edge, accompanied by my moans, “oh, God”s, and “yes, like that”s.
His fingers don’t miss out on the fun. They plunge inside me, stretch me, drive me closer to the edge. Between his talented fingers and his equally gifted tongue, I’m on a runaway train. Destination: Ecstasy Valley.
And I’ve zoomed past the point of no return.
With one final flick of Jayden’s tongue, a white-hot light surges through me, flooding every cell in my body, temporarily wiping out reality.
My inner muscles clench around Jayden’s fingers, and his name—a mix of a gasp and a cry—tumbles from my lips.
