Tarnished Crown (Gravestone Elite #2) Caitlyn Dare (old books to read TXT) 📖

lips down on hers to stop her rambling. My fingers thread into her hair and I use it to move her head so I can lick deep into her mouth.

"Bexley," she moans when I kiss down her neck.

"I could really use a shower. Think you could help me out?"

"I think that could probably be arranged." Her voice is low and breathy, and it turns me the fuck on.

Walking her backward, I pull her shirt up over her head and throw it to the floor behind me. Her bra goes next, and then I set to work on her jeans, pushing them over her hips and letting her kick them off while I take care of her panties.

The rip of the lace fills the room, and she gasps. "Did you just—"

"I hope they weren't your favorites."

"Caveman."

"Yours."

I lean down to take her lips again, but she pulls back, teasing me.

"Why are you fully clothed still?"

I look down at myself and then at her naked body. "Because I just want to enjoy you."

She squeals as I lift her to the edge of the counter and push her thighs wide before dropping to my knees before her.

"Oh God, Bexley," she moans, throwing her head back as I blow a stream of air over her swollen pussy.

"Mmm, I’ve missed this," I whisper before licking up the length of her.

Her hands twist in my hair and she tries to close her legs as the sensation takes over her.

"I'm going to make you come all over my face, mouse. Then I'm going to take you in the shower, and then your bed. I'm going to make you come over and over to make up for us being apart."

"God, yes," she cries when I spear two fingers inside her, rubbing at her walls and pushing high until I find her g-spot. "Bexley."

"Fuck yes," I growl against her, ensuring she gets the benefits of the vibrations before sucking on her clit and pushing her over the edge.

Kissing up her body, I suck each of her nipples into my mouth before finding her lips and devouring her, knowing that she can taste herself on me.

Frantically, Mia reaches for the hem of my shirt and drags it over my head, dropping it to the floor before reaching for my waistband. The second my jeans are undone, she wastes no time in pushing her hand inside and grasping my cock.

"Fuck, mouse. Your touch… fucking addictive."

"What about my mouth?" she asks, hopping off the counter and lowering her body down the front of mine. Her lips kiss every inch as she descends before she's on her knees for me and my jeans and boxers are in her hands, ready to pull them down.

I stare at her, committing the image to memory, because something tells me that I'm going to need it to remember just how good things can be between us in the coming weeks.

The second my cock springs free, she reaches out, wraps her hand around the shaft and licks the precum from the tip. My hips thrust forward, desperately searching for more. She looks up at me, her eyes blazing with desire, and my heart tumbles.

Fuck, I'm falling harder for this girl with every second that passes.

"Mouse," I moan as she sucks me into her mouth. "Fuuuuck," I groan as she takes me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

Just the sight has me right on the edge, and embarrassingly it's only a few minutes later when I let go and spurt hot jets of cum down her throat.

"Now I really need that shower," I admit, pulling her to her feet and crashing our lips together.

I kick off my remaining clothes and back her into the shower, blasting us both with ice-cold water, but with her touching me, I barely notice it.

We stay under the water until we can no longer bear the cold. Reluctantly, I hand her a towel and allow her to cover up her body while I do the same.

"What time do you need to be back?" she asks.

"I don’t have a curfew," I say with a laugh. But Mia doesn't so much as smile.

"If he finds out—"

"He won't." I crawl over her body, forcing her back against her pillow.

"But he will. Cade knows everything."

"Then I'll take the consequences.” I pin her with a dark look. “This is worth it, Mia. More than worth it."

16

Mia

“I wish you could stay,” I whisper, running my nose along Bexley’s jaw. Our legs are tangled together, our bodies pressed close, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

“We have time,” he says, regret coating his words. But I know it’s not this he regrets, it’s that he has to leave.

Bexley pulls me closer, touching his head to mine and kissing me slow and deep. Our tongues slide together, building a wave of intense need inside me again.

“Bex,” I moan softly, and he grinds against me.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” he breaks the kiss, letting out a heavy sigh, “but we should stop.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” My lips linger against his, and he steals one more chaste kiss.

“You’re buried deep, little mouse.” He grabs my hand and presses right over his chest where his heart is. “Right in here.”

“I feel the same,” I admit. “I tried to fight it… to tell myself I could ignore how I feel, but I can’t.” My hands curl into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re mine, Mia. No matter what.”

His words wrap around me like a blanket. I want to believe him.

God, I want to believe him.

“I won’t be with him, Bexley. I won’t.”

“It won’t come to that, I promise.” He kisses my head. “I’ll talk to Marcus. He knows more than he’s letting on, I’m sure of it. And maybe we should go and see James Jagger.”

“James Jagger?” I sit up.

“You know him?” Bexley frowns.

“No, but I’ve heard that name.”

“Your dad?” he asks, and I nod. There’s a memory hovering on the periphery of my mind, but I can’t quite reach it. It