A Perfect Ten (Forbidden Men #5)(48)

He turned and looked at me. I grinned at him as innocently as I could. Reluctant amusement finally entered his eyes. Then he let out a short laugh and glanced away. His cheeks were a little flushed though, so I knew he was still embarrassed. Wanting to put him at absolute ease, I leaned down until I was lying on my belly and eye level with his lap.

“It kind of reminds me of one of those Rorschach test things. Which image do you see in the inkblot. Hmm...” I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth as I examined him fully. “I see...West Virginia. Or a really strange, misshapen sperm. No. I like West Virginia better.”

When I glanced up at him, he just blinked at me as if he couldn’t figure me out at all. “What?” I asked.

He slowly buried his fingers in my hair. “You don’t have to pretend it’s okay if you don’t want to. If it wigs you out, just say so.”

I crinkled my face with confusion. “Why would a birthmark wig me out? Seriously, Oren.” I went back to examining my Rorschach test. But, nope, all I could see was the state of West Virginia…on a really big, yummy-looking cock. “You know, this is probably the only time I’d be able to fit an entire state into my mouth.”

When all of Oren’s stomach muscles tensed, I smiled smugly. Then I leaned in and licked him from base to tip, lingering at the tip until I lapped up the droplet beading from the slit at the end. “Mmm.” I closed my eyes, relishing the salty flavor of him on my tongue. “West Virginia tastes good.”

I opened my lashes and glanced up to meet his gaze. We kept the intense eye contact as my mouth opened and I leaned forward to take him between my eager lips. His eyes flared wide and his fingers clamped down harder in my hair.

“Christ,” he hissed as he watched me take in as much as I could. His neck arched back and he panted a few times. Then he smacked the heel of his foot against the mattress beside me as if he needed to relieve some of the pleasure before he looked back down, his gaze darting between my eyes and the place where my lips slid up and down on him. “God, Caroline.”

I cupped his balls, and he blurted out a sound I’m sure he didn’t mean to.

“Fuck, this is...” He arched up his hips and simultaneously pushed down on my head with the grip he had on my hair. When I started to gag, he instantly let up pressure. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to...Jesus. It’s just so f*cking good. Who knew actually seeing someone go down on me makes it so much hotter. Or maybe it’s just you. Watching you.”

I sucked on him a little harder and took him deep into my throat. He shouted out another unintentional sound. Gripping the sheets beside us with his hand that wasn’t buried in my hair, he seemed to be bracing for the grand finale. “I’m coming.” His voice was strained and his fingers were like iron, clamped in my hair. “Caroline, I’m—shit.”

He tried to tug me off him, giving me plenty of fair warning, but I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted all of him. I moaned at the pressure on my locks and applied more suction as I stroked him faster.

The stream of curses that left him when he flooded my mouth was so filthy and delicious, I reached down and touched myself as he came.

For a moment, he was too shocked and sated to realize what I was doing. But when he noticed I was trying to get myself off too, his eyes flared.

“Oh, I don’t f*cking think so.” Grasping my wrist, he ripped my fingers away from the throbbing wet spot between my legs. Then he flipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me. “Last night, it was hot when I knew you were touching yourself, but two nights in a row just makes me think I’m not doing my job. This is my *, woman. No fingers touch this clit but mine.”

His thumb instantly found me and began to massage without mercy, sending me to an immediate peak. I cried out and arched under him. “No tongue laps up this cream but mine.”

He leaned in, and I couldn’t help it, I gripped his hair in my hands, so eager to feel his mouth on me, I almost couldn’t take it. “Oren.”

He paused right before contact and glanced up. “And no one calls me that but you.”

I loved the way he claimed ownership of me, but more than that, I loved the way he gave ownership right back to me. As soon as his warm, wet tongue touched me, I came.





I don’t know how much time passed. I think I drifted in and out of sleep for a while as I lay limp and satiated against him. The sweat from our bodies was still drying as we clung together, but I knew he was awake because his fingers kept stroking up and down my spine. Occasionally, they dipped down farther than usual on his descent until he reached my ass and he’d cup a globe in one of his warm palms, but then a second later, he was on the move again, caressing his way back up the center of my vertebrae.

“I should probably go before I fall asleep,” I murmured, too liquid limp to move. He didn’t answer, didn’t try to get me to stay, so I blew out a disappointed breath and sat up.

But when I tried to crawl off the mattress, he grasped my wrist. I glanced down at him, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

Instead of asking me to stay, though, he said, “You don’t have a car.”

I blinked. “Huh?” I knew I didn’t have a car.

He shot upright, his face flaring with anger. “Are you f*cking insane? How the hell have you been getting here and home each night? Don’t tell me you’ve been walking, because what is that, twenty blocks, between your place and mine?”