The Good Luck Charm(83)

It’s only been a handful of weeks, but it feels like the first time all over again.

I pull her closer and lift my head, capturing a tight peak between my lips, swirling my tongue, then sucking.

“God, Ethan.” Lilah braces her hands on my chest and tries to push away.

I slide my arm around her back, fingers splayed between her shoulder blades to keep her close, moving higher to grip the back of her neck. I release her nipple and lift my head, my playoff beard brushing the wet flesh. “This is the teasing part you talked about.” I gently bite the swell.

Her eyes fall closed on a grin. “Some things never change.”

“Mmm.” I run a light finger down her side and she jerks. “Like this ticklish spot right here, or the little sigh I always get when I kiss right here.” I press an openmouthed kiss against the side of her neck and she hums. “And the way I love you.” I tip her chin down as her eyes flutter open. “You’re in my soul, Lilah. That will never change.”

Her fingers drift over my lips before our mouths meet. “I love you always.”

We touch and kiss, hands roaming. Lilah’s fingers dip into the waistband of my pants. Flicking the button open, she slips her hand inside. I groan at her gentle exploration.

Her strokes are slow, unhurried, almost a torment, which I’m sure is part of her plan. I lift my hips, trying to get her to go faster, to squeeze tighter, but she maintains the same even rhythm. “You’re not the only one who can tease, you know.”

I laugh and bite her neck, getting the squeeze I’m looking for. “I want to be in you.”

She brings her fingers to her lips, her smile knowing. “You mean in here?” They drift down, between her breasts, over her stomach, and across the satin and lace between her thighs. “Or did you mean here?”

“I like that option the best.”

“I thought there was going to be all this teasing.” She’s still stroking, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Well, we have hours, don’t we? Besides, you’re doing enough teasing for both of us.”

I wrap an arm around her waist and flip her over. She shrieks and then moans as I settle between her legs. “I bet I make you come before I do.”

“What do I get if you come first?” She arches at the roll of my hips.

“Endless orgasms. As many as you want.” I kiss her neck, then shifting down her body, I cover the satin between her legs with my mouth and suck.

She gasps, fingers sliding through my hair. I skim a fingertip under the edge of her panties and get a moan. Then I move the fabric to the side, enough that her clit barely peeks out, and I lick along the edge of the fabric, grazing the sensitive skin.

“Ethan,” Lilah groans.

“I like it down here. I’m gonna be here for a while, I think.” I circle and tease, taste and torment, driving her higher and higher until a sheen covers her body and she trembles, on the edge of release.

As she comes, I yank her panties down her legs. Before the orgasm ends, I’m inside her, feeling the pulse and squeeze as she surrounds me.

“I think I win.” It comes out gravelly and rough.

Lilah’s eyes flutter open, lids still heavy. “You can win every time if you want. I really don’t mind.”

I kiss her chin and then her lips. Staying close, I make love to the first woman who ever owned my heart and kept it until I found my way back to her.





chapter twenty-three


WIN



Lilah

This is so delicious!” Emery drops down beside me on the couch, and her drink nearly sloshes over the rim of her glass.

I pause in my nail polish application. “What is that?”

“A margarita.” Carmen sets a glass on a coaster beside my half-painted toes, then sits in the armchair across from me. Her eyes flutter shut as she takes a sip of her own and releases a contented sigh.

“A virgin one, I hope,” I say, knowing full well it isn’t.

Not that it matters—we’re having a sister sleepover. At Ethan’s instead of my place, because he has enough bedrooms. It’s great for family events and parties, like the one Ethan threw last week. After my exam results came in, he decided we needed to do something special to mark the important milestone in my life. I passed the exam with a ninety, which bumped my final grade and alleviated my worries about getting into the master’s program. The party was ridiculous and unnecessary, but it was nice to be celebrated like that with the people I love. Emery finally had a chance to meet Ethan that night. She’s pretty smitten, which is understandable. He’s charming and gorgeous and difficult not to love.

Tonight it’s just the three of us—me, Carmen, and Emery—so there’s a good chance we’ll all end up in the same room. One of the five bedrooms in the house has been outfitted with a queen bed and double bunks.

It’s supposed to be for Dylan’s kids when they visit from out West, but we had a sleepover last week when Ethan was out of town for no other reason than we like spending time together. Emery thinks it’s fun to do the bunk bed thing, and since she’s never had the sister experience before, Carmen and I are happy to oblige.

Ethan also turned the heat up in the pool so it’s warm enough to swim. Plus there’s the hot tub and the sauna. Tomorrow is Saturday, so none of us have to be up early for work, including Emery, who’s taking extra courses and working part-time.