Page 73 of Afterglow

Because this is… Holy fucking shit, this is amazing.

My hands fly to Bryce’s head and I wind my fingers into his hair as my body lights up from the inside out. He growls against me when my nails find his scalp and the vibration against my sex makes my hips jerk and buck against him.

“Fuck yes, baby.” He punctuates his statement with a wide lick from my opening all the way to my clit and I tremble.

“Jesus, Bryce. Please. I need…”

“What do you need?” The air from his question puffs out against my sensitive skin and his beard rasps against my inner thighs.

“More. I need more.”

And more is what he gives. He dips one finger into me, then a second, and the fullness is incredible. He continues to torture me with his tongue and my body begins to shake beneath him in a way I’ve only experienced with a toy or on our first night together, our hands joined while I touched myself.

Like he knows I’m close, his fingers begin a rhythm of strokes against the front wall of my pussy that pushes me over the edge. With one final suck on my clit, I detonate and I do indeed scream his name as my back bows off the bed.

He works me through the orgasm, only slowing when my body settles. He presses a single, soft kiss to my inner thigh and the brush of his beard, wet from my release, has me flushing to the tips of my ears.

He climbs over me, keeping his weight in his hands, and stops with his mouth an inch from mine. He searches my eyes while my chest lifts and falls, brushing against his with every inhale. He doesn’t want to kiss me if I don’t want to taste myself, and I normally wouldn’t, but I’m bolstered after watching him kiss me so hungrily after I went down on him.

I curl my hand around the nape of his neck and pull him to me, taking his kiss and his body and luxuriating in the taste of us, of him, of me. I didn’t think it would be so hot to experience something like this with someone.

And now, I want more.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Bryce

Jesus Christ. The first night between us was earth-shattering, but this is different.

I revel in how she opens for my kiss, tasting herself, and moaning like she loves it. It stirs my blood and has me hardening where I press between her legs. I want to bury myself inside her, but I need to make sure this is what she wants.

I know what I want—her, like this, every goddamn night. But I am fully, achingly aware she might not want this to lead there.

Leanne whimpers when I pull back from the kiss.

“What do you need now?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck until I reach her breasts that are still covered by her beautiful and maddening lacy bra. I want it gone. I want nothing between us.

I slip my fingers beneath one strap and she arcs into my touch. “You, I need you. Bryce, please.”

“You have me,” I say, dipping my head and using my teeth to coax the cup of her bra down so I can trail my tongue over her nipple. She jolts and gasps at the contact. “Sensitive?” I ask, blowing a cool breath over the wet flesh.

“Ahh, yes. Very,” she breathes.

“In a good way?” I ask, moving my hand to her back. She arches, and I pop the closure on the bra with one swift movement, making quick work of removing it entirely. Her breasts are fuller than I remember and my palms itch to feel their weight.

“Yes, yes, so good. Do it again.”

“This?” I say, and lean over the other nipple, giving it the same treatment with my tongue before lightly blowing on it until it puckers.

“Yes. More, please. Bryce, I…” She attempts to push her thighs together, but it only leads to her clamping around my hips like a vise.

“You want me here, blondie?” I ask, slipping one hand down her body to find the wet heat between her thighs.

Her eyes fly open and they burn with desire, but she narrows them into a glare all the same. “Don’t tease me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say in mock offense. Then I slip two fingers inside, stretching her entrance. “Just making sure you’re good and ready for me.”

“You know I am,” she huffs, her walls squeezing against my fingers.