“I never thought you were.”
“I know. But with me not involving the police or going to a hospital, I know it sounded strange.” He clamped his mouth shut. It wasn’t like he could show her the truth with a phase. Thane couldn’t back up his claim with a short phase. She’d remember Thane doing it. That opened up a level of issues he couldn’t leave Lauren to deal with.
“I’m not worried. I don’t believe you’ve done anything wrong. Maybe you innately know you don’t need them or they can’t help you. You’ll remember why and what happened. When you do, you’ll explain.” She sat up. “I can tell the Realtor to hold off on the sale. You can stay here if you want.” Her expression didn’t hold a hint of doubt.
Beth had pretended well enough to fool him. He’d slept beside her for months, believing in every smile she’d given him. He’d gotten it wrong. Celine and Thane in the mix added more pressure. Lauren felt obligated to help. “I’ve caused enough chaos. You need to move on with your life.”
“Hey.” She cupped the side of his face. “I know what I’m doing, and I know what I want. You don’t have to tell me now. Sleep on it.” Her gaze narrowed with a coy smile. “On second thought, don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ve remembered enough today.” She pulled off her thigh length shirt and knotted her hair. “Let me help you forget.”
Her beautiful breasts and lace-covered * blinded him from anything but her.
The trail of her tongue down his neck raised sparks of sensation. Her soft touch and warm, wet mouth closing around his nipples, sucking, licking, sent blood surging below his waist. His cock swelled, demanding release from his briefs.
She gave him a pleased smile. “You like that.”
“I’m probably going to like anything you do right now.”
“We’ll see, but can you obey my rules?”
Just knowing she had rules fed his hard-on. “I’m listening.”
“No touching. No interrupting. Can you handle that?”
He locked his hands behind his head. “Whatever the lady wants.”
Whisper-soft kisses down his stomach were made of sweetness. Her breasts grazing over him evoked sinful need. Flip her, pull her legs up to his hips, and pound into her wet heat, but this was her show. For now.
As if she read his mind, she bit him low on his abdomen. A tiny sting of pain and pleasure. “Lift up.”
He complied, letting her slide off his briefs. His cock sprang free.
This was really happening, not a dream. She was there, ready and waiting to satisfy him. Lauren lightly scored her nails up and down his thighs, drifting closer. “Are you ready?”
“Hell yeah.”
She laughed and her warm breath bathed his erection. “Lucky me.” She slid her hands up his thighs and clasped him around the base.
One tight squeeze sent shudders through his body. Her hand gently cupping his balls seized coherent words. He couldn’t stop his eyes from closing or imagining the softness of her mouth. The strokes of her tongue.
She licked up his shaft and swirled around the tip. The soft flutters of her tongue sent electricity cascading down his spine.
His hands broke free of their own accord.
Lauren stopped, her lips a fraction away. She glanced at his hands hovering above her head and quirked a brow.
A tendril of her hair tickled his thigh. Teasing him. He clenched his jaw and stifled a groan. For her sake, he hoped she remembered two could play at this game. Tamping down a friendly warning, he raised his hands.
She slid her lips over him. Warm. Silky. Hot.
The sweet sear of her mouth hijacked air in his lungs. Her tongue snaking around him on the way back up shot it out of his chest. He dug in heels and flexed his hips in pace with the steady, even drag of her lush lips. Sharp breaths pulled his abs to the point of aching.
Could he die from sweetness?
Heat suffused his length as she took him deeper into her throat. Air cooled the sweat building on his skin as he willed himself not to pump his hips. He’d never hurt Lauren. He’d deprive himself of all that was good before ever causing her harm.
She glided him in and out of her mouth, moaning as if she was savoring her favorite treat.
The vibrations inflicted sensual torture, controlling him along with the press and squeeze of her fist around his base. He hung on the edge of titillation, the threat of release.
This is the part where he needed to take control. Please her. Satisfy them both as he stroked between her thighs. He threaded fingers into her hair, torn between holding her there or dragging her away.
Pulse beats from his peak he tried to tug her away. “Lauren, I’m about to come.”
Her protest hummed into him as she worked her hand in time with her mouth. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Trapping him in a rush of dizzying sensation.