This Is Love, Baby (War & Peace #2)(63)

“Thank you,” she rasps out, emotion thick in her voice.

I hug her closer to me until our lips brush against each other. “Shhh, I’m never letting you go.”

Her fingers lightly feather up my neck and then brush against my cheek. “Kiss me and don’t ever stop for the rest of our lives.”

Capturing her face in my hands, I tilt her head before diving in to kiss her. Her hot mouth is ready and grants my tongue easy access. The touch of hers against mine is enough to send a thousand volts of desire coursing through my body. Suddenly, the kiss becomes inadequate. Unfulfilling. I need more of her. All of her. Our kiss is nothing more than a tease. A small taste. A tiny sample of our love.

I need every single part of her.

Every last drop.

My tongue waters to lick every inch of her flesh. I want to memorize the taste of her and have it fill my mind. The desire to learn every part of her flesh with my mouth is overwhelming.

Breaking from our kiss, I grin at her needy yelp, and yank off her T-shirt. She’s not wearing a bra so in my very next breath, my lips are on her right breast as I push her onto her back. I’m starved for my sweet Baylee. The hunger for her is growing into a formidable force that can’t ever be sated.

“Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur before sucking her sensitive nipple into my mouth. She lets out a gasp and then her fingers are in my hair. Tugging and clawing, she shoves my face against her tit, needing me every bit as much as I need her.

As I nibble on her flesh, my fingers find the waistband of her yoga pants and panties. She wiggles her ass as I slip them from her body. I pull away from her and sit up on my knees. In the darkness, all I can make out is her shadowy form. Using my fingertips, I touch her swollen lips and then drag them down her throat, between her breasts, and along her still flat belly. When I run them over her pubic bone, she lets out a whimper.

“Baylee,” I plead as I push her knees apart, “can I taste you? I need to taste you.”

She lets out a sexy kitten-like mewl that has my cock straining to get free of my jeans. “Can you? Will you freak out? I don’t want to gross you out.” The shaky way she says her words lights a fire to the madness inside my head. It rages within me, eager to burn away the demons and burn bright with her light.

“You could never in a million years gross me out,” I vow. And I mean it. Never f*cking ever.

Her legs relax at my words and she lets them fall to the sides. I lean forward and inhale her feminine scent that’s only unique to her. As I lower myself to her *, I become dizzied with the desire to devour her.

I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

“You smell so…” I trail off, trying to find the right words, “clean.”

She giggles, a sound so pure it should be banned from this ugly world and only reserved for a place like heaven. “Way to make a girl feel special, War.”

Her laughter dies in her throat the moment my lips hesitantly brush against her pubic bone. I lightly press a kiss there that has her breaths coming out in quick succession. The desire to count them is overshadowed by the craving to learn every inch of her pretty *.

At first, I kiss her slowly until I reach her clit that seems to be throbbing with need. Using my thumbs, I open her like a special gift I don’t believe I’ve earned, and taste her almost tentatively.

Sweet.

Sexy yet pure.

A taste like nothing else on this earth.

“War,” she moans as I drag my tongue along her slit.

The way she says my name drives me crazy—crazy in a good way and I want her to do it over and over again. I want to count how many times she chants it. And I hope it will be an uncountable number.

My tongue seems to know exactly what she wants because soon I’m sucking and lapping at her, and she is squirming like a woman possessed on the bed. Her fingers have long since threaded into my hair and she pushes and pulls me to where she wants me. I let her be the guide and use my tongue for her own sexual gratification.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads and holds my head in place.

Of course I won’t stop. I don’t think I’ll ever stop. A part of me wonders if we are each other’s cure. Some magical remedy to my afflictions in my head and a glue for the broken pieces of her heart. A way for us to be free but together. Because when I’m between her legs, consuming all that is her, I can’t think of anything else.

Just Baylee.

My Baylee.

Forever.

And I hope to God she’s only thinking about me.

“Oh!” she shrieks one, two, three seconds before she thrashes against the bed with an orgasm I’ve never had the joy to experience with her. An orgasm that takes hold of her soul and rattles it ruthlessly. Her moans and yelps are a chant I don’t understand but somehow feel deep down in my bones. Pure bliss and soul satisfying pleasure.

I gave that to her.

And I’ll keep giving until I take my very last breath on earth.

“That was…” she trails off.

I press one last soft kiss to her clit before I sit back up on my knees. Her heavenly body is invading my senses—taste, smell, touch. For a man who obsesses over cleanliness, I find myself wanting her scent on me at all times. A constant reminder of the love of my life—a way to get me through my day.

It’s addicting.

Distracting.