Into the Tide (Cottonwood Cove #1)(60)


“Yeah? What didn’t you like?”

“It just felt too personal, I guess. I wasn’t comfortable, so we didn’t do it for very long.” Her voice was just above a whisper.

“Does this feel too personal now?”

“No,” she said, without hesitation.

“Okay, I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable or if you don’t like it, okay? But I think you’re going to like it. Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

Those words fueled me. She trusted me. She was comfortable with me. And I felt the same about her. I’d always been a man who liked to please the woman I was with, but this was different.

Next level.

Almost a feral need to please her. To make her feel good.

My hands moved down her thighs and beneath her knees, and I pulled her down gently to the edge of the bed. I looked up at her to see her watching me intently.

“I want you to lie back on the bed and just relax, okay? I’ll be careful with the area that’s hurting, but I think this is going to feel good.” I waited for her to nod before she fell back. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about tasting you?”

“How many?” she asked, her words breathy and laced with need.

“Every fucking day since the day you came home. Multiple times a day if I’m being honest.” I leaned forward and blew just a little between her legs, and she nearly came off the bed. “You like that. Maybe the lady was right, and that’s just what you needed.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “More.”

I chuckled as I did it again several times before I buried my head between her legs. Careful not to let my scruff irritate the outside area as I spread her legs wider, my hands moved along the sides again to soothe her as my tongue swiped out along her slit.

So fucking sweet.

She writhed beneath me, and I continued licking and sucking every inch of her. She tangled her fingers in my hair and tugged my head harder against her center. I smiled against her because I loved that she knew what she wanted. What she needed. I sucked hard on her clit, and her back nearly came off the bed. I moved one finger to her center, stroking her there while I continued sucking, before slipping the tip of my finger inside slowly, and she groaned. She was so fucking wet and so fucking tight, I didn’t know if it would even fit. She tensed at first, but then she pressed my head back down to her core, and I continued. I nibbled and licked and sucked as I slipped my finger in all the way and then out, slowly at first and then quicker as she began to relax. Her hips started moving, setting the pace. She was soaked, and I knew she was chasing her release. I swear nothing had ever been hotter in my life. My free hand moved around the outside of her thigh and gripped her ass as I moved faster.

I pulled out my finger and slipped my tongue inside. In and out.

“Bear,” she cried. “More.”

I moved my thumb to her clit; my tongue continued to slide in and out of her as her entire body began to shake, and she tugged at my hair as she came apart beneath me.

Her frantic breaths filled the air around us.

I held her there as she rode out every last bit of pleasure.

Once her body relaxed and her breathing slowed, I released her legs and pulled back to look at her. My tongue swiped out to lick my lips, which were covered in all her sweetness.

Her gaze searched mine, her chest still rising and falling, eyes wild.

“Wow,” she said, and I chuckled.

“You’re so fucking sexy. How did that feel?” I pushed the hair behind her ears and stroked her cheek.

“Amazing. I hope we can do it again very soon,” she said as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

“Baby, I’m just getting started.” I pushed to my feet and stood as she sat forward and pulled her dress down. I moved to the phone and called the front desk.

“How can I help you, Mr. Reynolds?” a woman asked on the other end.

“Hi. Can you send up some Benadryl, Neosporin, and Tylenol and just charge it to my room?”

“Absolutely. Anything else?”

“That’ll do it. Thank you.” I ended the call and reached for the room service menu before sitting back down beside her on the bed. I leaned my back against the headboard and opened my arms, knowing she’d climb right in, which was exactly what she did. She settled her cheek against my chest.

“What’s the Benadryl, Neosporin, and Tylenol for?”

“That shit salve she gave you didn’t help. I think you were having an allergic reaction to the ointment. The Benadryl and Neosporin will help, and you’ll have the Tylenol if it continues to cause you discomfort.” I kissed the top of her head. “What are you hungry for?”

“You,” she said with a chuckle.

“Oh, you can have as much of me as you want. But let’s feed you first and pace ourselves.”

I perused the menu, and she glanced up at me.

“What are you going to get?” she asked.

“After your sweet pussy, nothing looks nearly as appealing.”

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks pinked, and I barked out a laugh.

I fucking loved it.





eighteen





Lila





We’d both gotten burgers, and Hugh had insisted I take a bath before he wrapped me in the hotel robe and applied the Neosporin to the irritated skin. I didn’t know that anything had ever felt more intimate than this man sitting beside my tub once again, even though it was a large enough bathtub for both of us, and then drying me off and applying ointment to my irritated bikini area.

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