Page 42 of The Little Things

His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, building me up to the point the sounds I was making became incomprehensible.

I felt my release closing in, the pressure mounting so much it almost scared me. Unable to hold myself up, I bent forward, bracing one hand on his head and the other on his shoulder, my nails digging in as my orgasm blazed through me, the raging inferno burning me alive.

I did exactly as he’d insisted, screaming his name, first as a benediction, then, as he continued to coax my release on and on, dragging it out, as a sob. I couldn’t possibly take any more. I hadn’t understood until that moment what people meant when they said you could have too much of a good thing. I didn’t know if it was a million smaller orgasms all lined up or one cosmic one, but by the time Zach lowered my leg from his shoulder and stood in front of me, I felt destroyed. He’d wrecked me completely, and I didn’t think I would ever be the same.

His mouth came back down on mine in a hard, demanding crash, the taste of my release still on his lips. His breaths were sawing in and out of his lungs, each one jagged and harsh when he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “I need to feel you, baby. I need that heat of yours wrapped around my cock.”

I needed that too. More than anything.

Looping my arms over his shoulders, I gently brushed my lips against his, once, twice. “Then take me to bed.”

And that was all the permission he needed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Zach

Iknew with the first swipe of my tongue in her sweet, honey-drenched pussy I’d been right. I wanted more. I would always want more.

Just that one taste and I was addicted. The sound of her whimper, the way she moaned my name, and the way her heat clenched around my fingers as she came on my mouth solidified it. I was done for. I hadn’t even fucked her yet, but I already knew that was an absolute certainty.

The way her legs wrapped around my waist, how her ass fit perfectly in the palms of my hands as I lifted her off the ground and started down the hall to the bedroom, told me she was made for me; she fit against me perfectly.

I kicked the door to her bedroom open with my boot, and carried her over to the bed, laying her out on the mattress and pushing the robe open completely so I could see every bit of her. She was even more beautiful than what I’d dreamed up. Her nipples were a rosy pink, just like her lips, the color complementing her smooth peaches-and-cream skin.

Her pussy had tasted like heaven, and I knew from how tightly it had clutched my fingers that it was going to squeeze my dick like a goddamn vise, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Do you have any clue how much I want you?”

Her chest shook on choppy exhales as she pushed up on her elbows and drew her knees up, pressing them together timidly and looking at me through the fan of her sooty, thick lashes.

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to hide from me, baby. Not when I finally have you. You’re so fucking perfect, Rae. Let me see you.”

She pulled that bottom lip between her teeth and bit down again, stirring my insides into a frenzy. Never in my life had I wanted a woman the way I wanted her. All rationality flew right out the window. She was the last piece of chocolate cake, the final lick of an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. She was a cold glass of water after a miserable trip through the desert.

She slowly spread her legs wide open, opening herself up to me again, and it felt like the best gift I’d ever received.

She blushed from her cheeks all the way up to the tips of her ears as she wet her lips. “I... I want to see you too.”

I raised a brow, a grin tugging at my lips. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” she said more confidently, jutting her chin up for added measure. “Lose the shirt.”

I let out a low chuckle as my dick twitched beneath my fly. “I’m here to serve.” Reaching one arm behind my neck, I fisted the collar of my shirt and yanked it off, tossing it onto the floor. The way her eyelids drooped and her whole body flushed as she took me in with a hungry gaze made my chest swell. She liked what she saw, that much was clear from the expression on her face, and I had to admit, it was a relief. It wasn’t me being arrogant when I said I knew I was attractive, but it wasn’t like I had the time to hit a gym regularly. The muscles I had were the ones I’d earned from working the ranch.

Despite her claim of not being bothered by the twelve-year gap between us, until this very moment, it had left me feeling a little wary. I was in great shape, but I wasn’t in my early twenties anymore. Not like the guys she was probably used to. I was thirty-five, and hard work guaranteed that I felt every one of those years in a sore back or creaky knees. There wasn’t a chance in hell I would have been able to keep up with those California model types she used to run with.

One night, when sleep had been hard to come by, I had let my curiosity get the better of me and ended up googling the woman who had plagued most of my thoughts. I clicked through more pictures than I was willing to admit to so I knew I was the polar opposite of every one of the men she’d been photographed with before coming to Safe Haven.

“God, Zach,” she sighed my name as her eyes darkened. “I want you.”

That was enough to ease any insecurities I might have felt, and I didn’t waste another second. I made quick work of grabbing the condom I had stashed in my wallet before yanking my fly open and shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs. I kicked off my boots and shucked the rest of my clothes, leaving them in a pile as I stalked the two feet between me and the bed.

I didn’t miss the way Rae’s eyes flared as she stared at my straining cock while I ripped the condom wrapper open with my teeth and slid the latex over my length.

“Zach,” she said, her throat working on a swallow. “I—I don’t think... I don’t think you’ll fit.”

Christ, this woman was good for my ego. Placing a knee in the mattress, I climbed over her and took her mouth in a heated kiss.