She takes a step back. “What do you mean? This was purely for selfish reasons.”

I chuckle, and at this moment, it’s like my entire perception of her changes. My eyes see her differently. Something has shifted and I can’t stop staring at her.

“I like you,” I admit, and she cringes.

“No, you don’t.” She slaps my arm.

“I do,” I push.

“Don’t believe ya.”

My hands grab her round ass, and I lift her up so she can wrap her legs around my torso. I step over what’s left of the box and lower her onto the couch.

“Want me to prove it?” I ask, my hands squeezing her.

She shakes her head, but still pushes her hips toward me. “Nah, you only said it because I’m helping to get that ugly furniture out of your house.”

I chuckle. “So creative, that pretty head of yours.”

My lips trace kisses all over face, feeling her hot skin burning them away.

“Too…” she pushes me with her model hands, “many.”

A lusty feeling of warmth steals over me, my fingers yearning to touch her, to feel her. Every inch of me lights up with the burning, urgent kisses I trace down her neck.

“You secretly love it,” I say.

She swallows hard, proving how right I am. I slowly make my way lower, and then peel off her shorts and panties.

“I…” I slip a finger into her, “like…” another finger, “you.” I lower my mouth to her, and tease her slowly, but firmly. “Just this much,” I mumble, then swipe my tongue over her in one painfully leisurely move. Her hand grabs my hair.

“So damn sexy,” I groan, enjoying her being in charge. I lower myself onto the couch next to her and pull her over me so she’s straddling my torso. I look up into those incredible crystal eyes.

I pull her up my body so her wetness is inches from my face. I give her no time to register what’s happening before I put my mouth on her again.

Indigo looks down at me and I’m lost. She starts riding me, her hands finding support on the couch cushions. I keep drawing circles with my tongue on her clit, deeply and hungrily. Guttural growls slip past my lips. Her entire body vibrates in response, the orgasm staring to crest like an ocean wave.

“Oh God,” she shudders over me, arching her back.

This must be the best feeling on earth. She seems so free and I can’t prevent my arousal from taking control, slipping my fingers into her again. And I don’t stop, already leading her to the next climax.

And then the next one.

And the next.

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

INDIGO