Page 119 of When Sky Breaks
“I love you.” His voice turns rough as he peels off his jacket and flings it over the back of a stool. “So, fucking much, Sky.”
“I know.” I’m panting and filled with a giddy nervousness for what’s coming. My palms, slick with sweat, slide across the marble.
August has always been good in bed. But seeing the raw energy sparking from his body as he looks at me through fresh eyes makes me almost melt onto the floor.
I want him to consume me.
“Good. Now, take off your pants. I want to see you. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
A shiver runs down my spine, and I jerk my chin up and down as desire streaks through me. Desperate and needy, I slip my shoes off and shove them over the side of the island. They land on the floor with a thud. I slide the waistband of my leggings down my thighs, and my core tightens as August’s eyes darken.
But he doesn’t move. He follows my movements as if transfixed.
“Good girl,” he says once I’ve flicked them away and onto the floor. “Pull your panties to the side, Shortcake. Let me look at you.”
There’s always been a razor-thin edge of assertiveness to August, and it’s clear he’s exercising all that aggression now. I’m more than happy to oblige and hook a finger through the leg of the lacy panties I’m wearing and pull so I’m exposed to him.
The cool air of the room touches my most intimate parts, and there’s a ravenous look on his face as he says, “Fucking perfect.” August inches closer and sinks to his knees.
My heart twirls and spins in my chest, heat infusing my cheeks. I’m soaked and probably leaking all over his countertops. With warm hands, he slowly palms my ankles, caressing my skin as he glides up my legs and parts them, his thumbs circling the crease where my hips and thighs connect. The tenderness in his touch is nothing compared to the desire coiling under the surface.
“August?”
He flicks his gray gaze to me and arches a brow.
“I want you to fuck me with all you got. Please,” I rasp, “don’t hold back.”
With a quick movement, he drags me to the edge of the countertop by the back of my thighs and I squeal, gripping the sides tightly, my feet planted, knees and elbows bent.
He tears the thin, lacy material in half before diving in with the most wicked lick to my center. My back bows instantly. He was the last man that went down on me and he takes no prisoners.
August owns my body, swirling his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The stubble lining his jaw scrapes my skin, the delicious burn following. He licks and teases me at a torturously steady pace, winding me into a tight wire.
I pant and swear, grabbing his hair in one hand, holding onto the island with the other.
“You taste as good as I remember,” he growls, lapping at my obvious arousal, sending more sparks throughout my belly. But it’s when he slides in two fingers and curls them along the top of my walls do I really come undone.
“Oh, fucking Christ, that feels—don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I practically cry, my body writhing.
While he pumps his fingers in and out of me and teases my clit, his other hand reaches under my shirt, tugs my bra down, and pinches one of my nipples. My system can’t handle all the sensations, and I buck wildly, chasing the feelings his mouth gives me.
“That’s it, that’s my girl. Ride my face,” he rumbles, the vibrations rolling through my lower body as he swirls his fingers in me, giving one more hard flick to my clit with his tongue.
Stars burst behind my eyes and I grab onto his hair, pinning him in place as I detonate. My muscles lock, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as I pulse sharply, him gently licking me before I go boneless on the marble.
Slowly, he pulls away and stands, my body and mind mourning the loss. But his face. Oh god, his face is so feral and so full of want I clutch the edge of the island for emotional support.
I intake a sharp breath once his lips meet my bare stomach, and he places searing kisses up my torso and tattoo while he rips the shirt over my head. Next is my bra, tossed to the side with the rest of my clothes. I’m incredibly exposed and panting while he’s still fully dressed, his cock straining in those jeans.
“I want…” The words get stuck as I watch the man in front of me, gray eyes wild and… free.
“What do you want, Sky? What do you want me to do to you?” he says before taking a nipple in his mouth and biting it softly but with enough tension to send a bolt of lightning to my core.
I wet my lips and swallow, almost at a loss for words, as he circles the other nipple with a finger. “I want you inside me. And I want it hard and fast. I don’t want you to think. Just take me.”
There’s a growl of approval in his chest right before he lifts me off the island and spins me until I’m bent over on all fours on the living room floor, my nipples dragging along the cold, hard surface.
August has never taken me from behind, and my skin pebbles in goosebumps as he lays over my back and whispers into my ear, his clothes an abrasive comparison to the hot, smooth flesh I want to feel. “Are you ready for me?”