Page 77 of Break my Heart
“That feels so good.”
I release the piercing before licking her flesh and dipping my tongue inside the heat of her body. She’s so damn wet, and I’m greedy for her taste.
Just when her muscles tighten and her hips pick up tempo, I pull away, sitting back on my heels.
Her eyelids fly open. “Why did you stop?”
“Because there’s not enough time to take care of you properly.” I tilt my head. “The alarm is going off, and it won’t be long before someone comes to check it. I’d rather they not find us with my face buried between your legs.”
Her eyes widen, as if she just realized the sharp bell is still trilling.
With one final kiss against her soaked flesh, I rise to my feet. My gaze settles on the V between her thighs. As much as I love staring at her…
“Cover up that sweet little pussy. I’m the only one who gets to see it.”
She releases the material, and the hem of the dress settles around her thighs. “I was so close.”
I brush my mouth across hers. “Don’t worry, Tink. I’m going to give you all the orgasms you want.”
Hope sparks in her eyes. “Promise?”
My lips drift over hers for a second time. “Absolutely.”
When she opens for me, my tongue slips inside to tangle with hers. Without breaking contact, I slap my palm against the button, and the elevator jerks into motion.
I pull away just enough to whisper, “Do you taste yourself on me?”
“Yes.”
“Just so you know, I’m going to want more of that. Every chance I get, I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re crying, sobbing for relief.”
As soon as the elevator doors open on the fourth floor, I sweep her into my arms and carry her down the hallway until we arrive at her apartment door. Her fingers tremble as she reaches into her purse to take out her keys. After a few fumbles with the lock, I snag the ring from her hand and insert the key before twisting the handle.
I carry her inside and close the door behind me.
“Are you still good with this?”
“Does it seem like I’m not?”
“No, but I just want to make sure. I promised you slow. This isn’t exactly it.”
“This pace seems perfect for us, don’t you think?”
That’s the crazy thing. “I do.”
“And I appreciate you checking in and making sure I’m good.” Our gazes cling. “Even though we haven’t known each other long, I feel safe with you. You’re the first person I’ve been with who’s listened and really heard me. I feel like I can be honest, and you won’t judge me.”
“I would never do that.” She drops her purse on the table as I carry her to the bedroom. “I know what it’s like to be judged, and I’d never want to make anyone feel like that. Especially someone I care about.”
Surprise flashes across her features as she searches my expression for the truth. “You care about me?”
“Yeah, I do. Like you said, it hasn’t been all that long, but I can’t deny what I feel. And I don’t want to play games. Not with you.”
Her eyes soften as her hand rises to cup my cheek. “It’s the same for me. Whatever this is between us, I want it to be straightforward. After all the head games in my past, that’s what I need most.”
“I get where you’re coming from. And that’s exactly what you’ll get from me.”
It’s only when we reach her bedroom that I set her down gently on her feet. Her body slides against mine, igniting all those sparks of arousal that had flared to life earlier at the club and then in the elevator before our conversation turned serious.