Atone (Recovered Innocence #2)(48)

“I wouldn’t make you promise if I didn’t.”

He picks up his pizza and takes an angry bite, glaring at me over the top.

“If it’s any consolation, after dinner I’ll let you put that tongue to use anywhere you want.”

His brows rise. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.”





Chapter 23


Beau


I wake up before Vera does and watch her sleep. She accuses me of snoring, but she makes this little wheezing sound that’s actually kind of cute. I won’t tell her about it. She’d only deny it. The sheet slipped down, revealing both her breasts. Her nipples are hard and puckered. I should pull the sheet up. She’s clearly cold. Except the view is so nice with her arms over her head, making her tits rise. If I had a camera or was an artist I’d capture her just like this with her face soft and relaxed, the morning sun bathing her in a warm glow.

One of her legs is bent out to the side, spreading her open. I have the urge to accept that offer and climb between her legs. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Being with her, making her scream in ecstasy, is the greatest f*cking experience of my life. She talked about experiencing firsts with me. I’ve had a few firsts with her too. She probably wouldn’t believe me if I told her. She seems to think she couldn’t match, let alone exceed, anything that’s ever happened to me. There’s really no comparison.

She stirs, rolling on her side, away from me. The new view is pretty f*cking great too. This time I don’t resist and put my arms around her, tucking her against me. She’s warm and smells like sex. My already hard dick gets harder. She wiggles her backside against it, making me groan. She’s awake and f*cking torturing me. I cup a breast in one hand and slide the other between her legs. Rolling her nipple, I slip a finger through her slickness. She’s wet and about to get a lot wetter. I thrust two, then three fingers into her. Her hips flex in time with my strokes. She’s faking sleep, letting me do all the work. I don’t mind. I sink my teeth into her neck in gentle bites I know drive her crazy. The gasp that escapes her lips makes my dick weep.

Her legs part, and it’s all the invitation I need. Gripping my dick, I maneuver until I’m right at her entrance. She reaches back and rakes her fingers into my hair. It f*cking drives me wild when she does that. I thrust deep into her and her fingers tighten in my hair. I’m a f*cking wild man, gripping her hip and hitting hard. Goddamn, she feels so f*cking good. I’m gonna come too soon, so I strum her clit to get her there before me. The whimpers she makes drive me insane. I sink my teeth into her neck and she cries out. I lunge one last time, digging my fingers into her thigh to get as far into her as I can.

Jesus. God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.

My heart is going to jump out of my chest. I rotate my hips into her, wanting to stay buried as deep as possible. She feels so damn good. Soft. Hot. Her fingers massage where she practically ripped my hair out. I don’t care. That was f*cking amazing. I kiss her behind her ear and feel her smile.

“Good morning,” I say.

“It certainly is. Do I have a mark on my neck?”

I lean up to see. “A little bit, but it looks like it’ll go away.”

She holds her hand up with strands of my hair between her fingers. I laugh. It was so worth it.

“I’m going to slowly make you bald.”

I catch her hand and slip my fingers between hers. “As long as you like bald men, I don’t care.”

She pulls my arm around her. “I like you any way I can get you.”

“I like you too.”

She looks at the clock beside the bed and groans. “You’re going to be late to work if we don’t get up.”

“No round two?”

“Not today.”

The world creeps in, a slithering reality that totally shits all over my post-sex high. I wish I could keep her in this room forever, happy and safe. I want more mornings like this with her. I want all my mornings to be with her.

I pull out of her slowly. She makes an uhn noise. I know exactly how she feels. I hate being separated from her too. She rolls and gives me a kiss, then gets up to head to the bathroom. Her hips sway seductively. Just before she turns to go in the bathroom she gives me a naughty look over her shoulder like she knew I’d be watching and closes the door. I flip onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I’m f*cking gone over her. That look did it. I’m done.

My phone vibrates next to the empty pizza box. I grab it and look at the display. Cora.

“Hello?”

“Do you need me to swing by and pick you up?”

“No, but could you grab me a clean shirt and some socks and bring them to the office?”

“What about underwear?”

“Don’t own any.”

“Eww. More than I wanted to know. Maybe you should take some of your things to keep over there.” She doesn’t sound happy about trying to be happy for me.

I glance at the bathroom door at the sound of the shower being turned on. “I don’t think we’re there yet.” But I sure as hell want to be.

“I have some news. We got a hit last night. Nolan spied our girl with an older man at that shopping center, coming out of the Starbucks. I’ll text you the photos. He followed them for a while in his car, but they spotted him and then lost him when they ran a red. That * now has a face.”