She’s breathtaking.
“Thank you,” she says, and I just nod, unable to take my eyes off her as she walks into her room. She tilts her head, a slow smile playing on her lips. “You’re staring, Jasper.”
“Course I am,” I mutter, stepping in close. “Look at you. I’d have to be stupid not to be thinking about what I need to say to get you out of that towel.” She laughs, but I’m dead serious. I close the distance, my heart pounding. I reach out, sliding a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “Addie…”
“What happened to angel?”
“This feels like an Addie moment.”
“Why?”
“Because in about ten seconds, that towel’s hitting the floor, I’m dropping to my knees, and I’m gonna eat your pussy until your legs shake.” I reach forward, brushing the spot where her towel is tucked in. “Tell me to stop,” I murmur, giving her the out. “Say the word, and I’ll walk out that door.”
“I can’t…” she breathes out.
I loosen the towel, holding it up with one hand. “Last chance, Addie.”
She shakes her head, and that’s all I need. I let the towel drop to the floor, but I don’t look yet. Not when all I want is her mouth. I reach out and tilt her chin up, my thumb brushing her jaw, and then I kiss her. The second our lips meet, she gasps against me. Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers digging into my hair as she devours me. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. Just her, melting into me like she’s been waiting to kiss me like this again.
She opens for me, and when our tongues meet, it’s all I can do not to lose my mind. My cock’s already hard as hell, throbbing against the inside of my sweats, and every second her mouth is on mine, it winds me up tighter.
I love it, but it’s fucking unbearable.
She pulls back first, her breath ragged, lips swollen. Then she steps away and presses her bare back to the edge of the wooden dresser behind her.
“You can look at me now,”she whispers.
I let my gaze wander down her face, over the elegant line of her throat, to the perfect swell of her breasts, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. My eyes drift lower, over the dip of her stomach, lingering on the small patch of hair nestled between her thighs. I follow the length of her legs, over those sculpted calves, all the way to her lilac toes.
“Holy shit… I wasn’t prepared for how perfect you are.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“To me, you’re everything, and I don’t want to hear otherwise.”
I step into her space and kiss her again, letting my mouth trail down her neck, across her collarbone, until my tongue licks across one of her tight, peaked nipples. She gasps, her body jerking like even that’s too much. Sliding down to my knees, I feel her threadher fingers through my hair, keeping me close as I place a gentle kiss on her stomach before inhaling the heady scent of her arousal.
It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a girl, but I figure it’s like riding a bike—once you’ve made a woman come on your tongue, it’s not something you forget.
And god, she wants this. I can smell it. I can feel it in the way she’s trembling. I start with soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, letting my breath tease her. Finally, I drag my tongue through her center, groaning against her as I watch that pretty clit twitch for more.
“Let’s take care of that, baby.” I dip my tongue inside her, then slide it up, circling her clit before sucking it gently. Her hands tighten in my hair like she doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me deeper.
So I stay, and I feast.
I flick and suck, my tongue working in rhythm with the way her hips start to roll. She’s clenching, chasing it, and I want to give her everything.
In the middle of it all, I can’t stop the thought that punches through me: Zeke, inside me. Roman and Addie, devouring each other. My mouth on her, my fingers gripping his ass, all of us frantic and ravenous.
Yeah, one day that’s happening, and I already know it'll ruin me in the best way.
My hands slide up her thighs, her skin now prickled with goose bumps, and I grip her waist tight, burying my face deeper between her legs. She starts to buck against me, and her pussy pulses beneath my tongue. Her fingers clench in my hair, holding me there like she never wants me to stop. And fuck, I wouldn’t, not for anything. She cries out quietly, lost in it, and I keep going until I feel her melt, until I know she’s wrung out. I finally pull back,wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, giving myself a quiet nod like,Yeah, you did that.
I stand, reach for her towel, and wrap it around her, allowing my hands to brush over her warm, still-quivering skin.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, watching as she blinks up at me. “Perfect.”
Her navy eyes are wide, and she’s glowing in the way only someone fully satisfied can.
