Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 31866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She kisses my smile away.
For a minute, the world narrows to the heat between us. Her mouth. Her breath. The way she melts when I hold her. The way she clings like she’s afraid the moment will end if she loosens her grip.
And the truth that sits heavy in my chest:
I really like her.
Not the idea of her. Not the adrenaline of the mission. Not the fantasy.
Her.
The way she’s brave even when she’s scared. The way she jokes through panic. The way she listens when you give her something real.
The way she looked at me tonight when I told her about my father—like she saw the seventeen-year-old in me and didn’t turn away.
I break the kiss again, breathing hard, and force myself to slow.
“We should sleep,” I say, voice rough.
Riley’s eyes flick down to my mouth. “That sounds like a lie.”
“It’s not.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s me trying to keep you safe.”
Her expression softens. She rests her forehead against mine. “You make it hard to think.”
“Good,” I murmur. “Thinking is overrated.”
She laughs quietly, then slides off my lap reluctantly. We stand there for a second, staring at each other like we can’t remember how to be normal.
Finally, she reaches for my hand.
“Come on,” she says, voice gentle. “Bed. Adults. Remember?”
I follow her to the bed, every muscle tight with restraint.
She crawls under the covers. I slide in beside her, leaving space—less than before, but still space.
Riley turns onto her side, facing me. Her fingers find my wrist, tracing the vein there like she’s grounding herself.
“Crewe?” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
“If something happens… if this gets worse…”
I lift my hand and cup her cheek. “It won’t.”
She searches my eyes. “You can’t promise that.”
“I can promise this,” I say quietly. “I’m not leaving you.”
Her breath catches. She nods once, and her hand slides to my chest, palm flat over my heart like she’s feeling the proof.
I kiss her again—soft this time. A seal. A vow without words. “I can’t stop kissing you,” I admit to her.
“Then don’t.”
I know the timing is bad. I know I shouldn’t be kissing her, but I can’t stop myself. I lift up onto my elbows, looking down at her. “I want to make you feel good.”
She nods, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “Okay.”
I move down her body, pressing needy kisses in my wake until I reach the waistband of her yoga shorts. I tug them down her body, kissing her hip bone. Once her shorts are gone, I growl at the sight of her light-blue panties.
I grin up at her from between her thighs, eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. “These pretty little panties? They’ve gotta fucking go, baby.” My voice is rough, low, already wrecked from wanting her. I hook my fingers under the lace and drag them down her legs slow, savoring the way she shivers when the cool air hits her bare skin. I toss them aside and press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the soft inside of her thigh, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging hard, and she breathes my name like a plea. “Crewe…”
That’s all the permission I need.
I spread her wider with my shoulders, settling in like I’m never leaving this spot. Fuck, she’s already soaked—glistening, swollen, perfect. I drag the flat of my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, tasting her, groaning against her pussy because goddamn, she’s sweet. It’s so addicting.
I zero in on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue, teasing, then flicking fast and light until her hips jerk. “That’s it,” I murmur right against her, letting the vibration sink in. “Let me hear you, Riley. Let me hear how much you love my mouth on this pretty cunt.”
Her breathing turns ragged, frantic little pants that make my cock throb painfully against the mattress. I love her like this—desperate, unraveling, completely mine. I suck her clit between my lips, gentle at first, then harder, rolling it with my tongue while I slide one thick finger deep inside her.
Jesus Christ. She’s so tight, so wet, clenching around me like she’s trying to pull me in deeper. My whole body lights up, blood roaring in my ears, cock so hard it hurts. But this isn’t about me yet. This is about worshiping her. Making her feel safe, cherished, fucking adored.
I add a second finger, curling them up to hit that spot that makes her back bow off the bed. “You’re dripping for me,” I growl against her clit. “So fucking wet I can hear it. Listen to how greedy this pussy is for me.” I pump my fingers slow and deep, then faster, matching the rhythm of my tongue until she’s grinding against my face, chasing it.
She thrusts her hips up, needy, and I plant my free hand on her lower belly, pinning her down. “Stay right there, baby. Let me eat this sweet little pussy the way it deserves. You don’t move unless I say.”