The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(38)

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, eyes on me, and it could be a line, but the sincerity in his eyes tells me it’s not. The best part about this man is his honesty, his clear eyes that reflect his true feelings without shame. His eyes rove down my body, taking me in, and each inch his eyes touch, inches that I’ve battled with hating and loving and accepting and trying to change, my body goes up in flames. Flames of need and want and desire lap at my skin. Because that’s it—I need this man. The shock of the realization hits me so hard, and it’s all I can do not to jump him and take over. But a hand goes up to the strap of my bra to take it off.

“Uh-uh,” Luke says, shaking his head with a smile before gently removing my hand and moving it to my side. “That’s my job.”

“Then do it,” I say, eager to go.

“Patience, you greedy girl.” The words make my pussy throb and wet gather there.

“Luke,” I say with a whine, the sound foreign to my ears, but then his thumbs are on my shoulders, gently pushing the straps of my bra down, and I’m holding my breath.

“Be patient,” he whispers across my lips before his are on me, kissing again. His tongue enters my mouth, teasing and dancing with mine, and the taste of him has me groaning and lifting my hips, desperate for some kind of friction. Desperate for him. But before I can reach anything, his mouth is trailing down my neck, licking and sucking and nipping as he goes. A hand goes behind my back, unlatching the bra before removing it and tossing it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. When he steps back once more to take me in as I lie on the bed before him, I let out another frustrated whine, a mix of a cry and a moan. But the fiery look in his eyes… stops any anger in its tracks.

“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.”

“Luke, honey, I need you.” My hips are moving, desperate, and I’m feeling crazy because I’m so turned on, already on the edge, but he’s barely touched me. It’s like his looks, his words alone are taking me closer.

“I know, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” His mouth comes to mine, giving me an almost chaste kiss compared to the burning one before slowing moving down my neck again, stopping at my breasts. His tongue goes out, licking the nipple of one breast before blowing, and the shock of warmth and then cold has me moaning and arching my back as he chuckles before moving to the next side to repeat the process. As he does, one hand goes to the already wet nipple, pinching and pulling. Each tug is like a string to my pussy, cranking my pleasure and excitement, wetness pooling. Then, right when I’m about to argue, as my hands are under his shirt to remove it, he descends. That’s when I start to panic.

“Luke, I don’t—”

“Nothing is going to stop me from tasting you,” he says, the growl in his voice causing me to clench again as his tongue circles my belly button.

“I’ve never… no one has ever…” His head pops up with confusion.

“Are you telling me no one has ever eaten your pussy, Cassie?” I can feel the blush burning my face, shame for being so inexperienced.

“I’m not… I mean… I’ve… been with—”

“Don’t want to hear about that right now, sweetheart.”

“It’s just… no one has ever… and I know that it’s not…” I trail off, embarrassed I brought this up. I expect him to agree or argue, something to tell me where his mind is at, but a small smile plays on his lips before he licks them—yes, he licks his lips!—and continues down, stopping his trail of kisses right at the top of my panty line.

“So I’m going to be the first man to taste this?” A finger trails the lacy edge along my thigh, just barely grazing my wet, and we both moan at the feel. “Answer me.” The order is soft, not angry, just a gentle reminder keeping his words in the forefront.

“Yes.” The admission is shy and quiet, but I’m not sure why—I’m lying here mostly naked, squirming, and already on the edge of coming.

“I really fuckin’ love the idea of that.” He’s bending down between my legs now, hot breath fanning the insides of my thighs. Then his mouth is over my panties, right on top of my clit, hot breath and a firm tongue going at me as if there’s nothing between us. My back arches off the bed, but a thick hand presses on my belly, keeping me in place as he switches off, sucking and blowing the wet fabric, creating a torturous variation in temperature and feeling. My hands trail down my sides, hooking my thumbs into the waistband and trying to tug the fabric down so he can have better access.

“These stay on for now.”

“Luke, no, please. I need….” But his wicked face comes up, and he smiles at me, heat and fire in his eyes.

“No. You’re mine right now. You follow my rules.”

“Please, I need more.”

“I’m takin’ my time with you.” But when he goes back down to my pussy, he hooks a thumb into the gusset of the underwear, pulling them to the side and placing his mouth on the exposed wet flesh.

And I scream.

I scream so loud as his tongue enters me, fucking me gently while I’m still wearing those lacy underwear, the wet cotton brushing my clit. I wonder for a split second if my neighbors are going to call the cops. But then the world melts away, and all there is is this man eating me with such enthusiasm and vigor, the groans of excitement and satisfaction he’s making traveling up and straight to my clit.