Page 221 of The Heart You Kept

ALORA

6:30 P.M.

Dinner is in the oven, I’ve showered, have a glass of wine in my hand and I am lying on a deck chair in my back garden in my cream silk dressing gown. The afternoon light has a beautiful glow lighting up the sky. I’ve watered my plants and stared at my roses and honestly, this is the happiest I have felt in what seems like forever.

I feel him before I see him, an undeniable energy shift. I turn to see Edward leaning with one shoulder against the French door, watching me. Wearing a navy suit; his dark hair has a bit of a curl to it. His jaw is square and his big, kissable lips are a beautiful shade of come-fuck-me.

“Hi.” I smile.

“Hi.” He keeps standing there and tonight there seems to be a different look in his eye. An edginess that I haven’t seen for a long time.

“Come sit with me.” I tap the chair beside me.

“Come sit on me.” He grabs his crotch.

Yes….

I get up and go inside and he closes the door behind me, it’s obvious that he has one thing on his mind and it’s going to be noisy.

He takes my face into his hands and kisses me as he walks me backward toward the kitchen. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day,” he murmurs against my lips; I can feel his erection push into me through his suit.

He lifts me onto the kitchen counter and lays me back, his dark eyes hold mine as he spreads my legs. “Open.” His eyes drop to my sex and he licks his lips.

Ahhhh….

He pulls the lips of my sex apart with his fingers and bends to lick me, softly at first.

Barely a whisper, but enough to drive me wild.

My breath quivers as I try to control it.

Jeez.

When he’s intense like this is when he’s at his best, the beast of a man who’s come to feed and take from my body what he needs.

He licks me deeper and his eyes close in pleasure as he tastes me. “So good.”

I feel faint, the blood drains out of my face. Dear lord, how is this man so hot?

He really begins to lose control as he licks me deeper, his stubble burning my most intimate parts, his big hands hold my legs back as my body begins to take a rhythm all of its own. My hips circle and pump as they try to ride his face.

His dark eyes rise to meet mine and he slides two of his thick fingers deep into my sex and I moan as my body contracts around him. “Edward.” I reach for him.

He pumps me and adds another finger as his mouth drops to my swollen, wet lips again. My back arches off the counter.

Fuck…what must we look like? He’s been home for all of two minutes and here he is going down on me on the kitchen counter, fully dressed in a suit.

His teeth graze my clitoris as his eyes flutter closed. “Hurry,” I whimper.

He flicks his tongue again.

“Edward,” I demand. “I want to come on your dick.” I clench around his fingers. “I want you to blow inside me.”

His jaw clenches and he lets out a guttural moan.

“Now,” I demand.

He unzips his suit trousers and pulls his hard cock out and then lifts my legs up high in the air.