Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Praise for Adriana Herrera
- Also by Adriana Herrera
- Blurb
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
I let out a long moan and grabbed his hair in warning. “I’m coming.”
Instead of releasing me, he doubled down on my dick, and I felt his throat tighten on the head again as his finger pressed gently against my entrance. My whole body shook as an orgasm crashed over me. My breaths came out in pants as my groin and guts turned to liquid. “Baby, that feels so good. So good.”
After a few seconds, I opened my eyes to see him staring up at me with a smug smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we were on the road to Awassa. I had to stop myself from staring at your backside every time you jumped off the truck.” He dabbed just a little bit of something from his lips and then popped the finger in his mouth, and my dick made a valiant attempt at reacting to the sight. “I knew you’d be delicious.”
Fuck. He really was trying to kill me.
I touched his face and ran my thumb over his upper lip. “You have no idea how infatuated I’ve been since the moment I saw you.”
He gave me that amused look I’d seen a few times whenever I paid him compliments. I tugged on his shoulder and he stood up. We were so close that I had to bend my head at an angle to look at him.
“I like your mouth,” I said as I touched it. It was perfectly shaped, the skin just a bit darker than the rest of him. I parted his lips with my finger, and he bit me.
“Hey,” I protested, using my other hand to tug on his thick curls. I could hold a fistful and not even get half of it. Everything about him was like that to me. Like there was so much of him I wanted to touch, to smell, and I’d never get to all of it. I felt greedy with Elias, wanted more of his time, more of his body. It was going to be a problem because I knew this couldn’t last.
But I could compartmentalize like a champ. So I put all that drama aside and went down on my knees without a word. I found his eyes with mine, holding them as I moved down his body. Undid his jeans and nuzzled his cock through his boxers.
I licked him through his shorts and he hissed, a shiver coursing through him. I looked up and smiled. “What’s that? Am I too much for you?”
He shook his head and grabbed my hair with one hand, his cock with the other. “I thought you wanted this,” he said as he rubbed the tip of it against my lips. There was a bead of pre-come on it, and I stuck out my tongue again to lap it up.