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sensation made her jump as if he’d tickled her. “I imagined you to be
amazing. But you are…amazing.”
    She bit her lip, shook her head. “Stop teasing me.”
    “Oh Aubrey, sweetheart, I am not teasing you at all,” he
said. “Yet.” And then he dropped to his knees.
    Her legs felt very uncertain when he did that. Aubrey
imagined them buckling, dropping her forward onto him in a heap in her unkempt
basement. Instead she pressed her palms flat to the wall as Mike kissed her
hipbone. He dragged his lips slowly along the small swell of her belly, grazed
his teeth across the opposite hipbone. He gripped her hips in his big, strong
hands and kissed the side of her thigh, the top of her thigh. Everywhere but
the sweet spot.
    “Mike—” she gasped.
    He looked up at her, those water-blue eyes honest and
penetrating. His gaze was exciting but humbling too. So much emotion wrapped up
into one glance. “Yes?”
    “I…you don’t have to do this,” she said. That was stupid.
Why the fuck had she said that?
    He laughed harshly and pressed his forehead to her belly.
His breath snaked down, hot and humid, over her smooth mound. She was still
bare-shaven for summer. Bathing-suit grooming was a bitch. So she usually just
went bald.
    Mike swept his thumbs back and forth along her skin and
every stroke brought electric tingles to her skin.
    “Is that what you think? That this is penance? For what I
did?”
    She had no idea what to say. Her mind had drawn a blank and
her body seemed to vibrate with nothing but want and need. “I just wanted you
to know that…” Aubrey shook her head. “That I’m insane?”
    They both laughed at that and she became supremely aware of
his breath again. Stroking over her skin, invading the air around her pussy so
that all she could imagine—all that she could comprehend—in that moment was him
putting his mouth on her.
    “So are you averse to this?” he asked. Mike wasn’t looking
at her now. He was using his thumbs to pull back on her labia. To spread her
and look at her and there was that humid tactile sweep of his breath over her
wetness again.
    “No,” she breathed. “No, not—fuck no—” She gasped.
    As soon as she’d said no the tip of his tongue had touched
her. Pressing wetly to her thumping clitoris so that her hips arched up and her
fingers sought purchase on the smooth dusty wall. Aubrey cried out, trying
desperately for some odd reason to recall the last time she’d had sex. The last
time a man’s mouth had been on her and brought her to orga—
    The thought dissolved when he sucked her in, flicked her
clit with his tongue and then drew a long, sweet rush of orgasm from her as if
by magic.
    Apparently it had been longer than she’d thought. Or he was
just better than she’d anticipated.
    “Fuck,” she said, more to herself than to him.
    “Actually, I’d like that again before we go any further.”
    This time he covered her completely with his mouth. His
tongue dove between her wet folds, found the hard knot of her clit, nibbled,
licked, flicked and then went back to drawing on her again with his whole
mouth.
    “I’m…” Aubrey gripped his shoulders in her hands, leaned
forward a little. His tongue—wet, rigid and strong—slipped along her wet slit
and entered her. “I’m coming,” she said. It was an unnecessary statement, she
realized, seeing as she was shivering in his arms as she came. Something buzzed
and she jumped.
    “God damn it,” he hissed, putting his head against her as
she caught her breath.
    Aubrey slipped her fingers through his thick hair, stroking
him even as the buzzing happened again.
    Mike fumbled his phone from his pocket, read the text,
stood. “I have to go,” he said, tucking her hair behind her ears and kissing
her.
    “But I—what—”
    That was as far as she got. She grabbed for her jeans and
wrestled them up, suddenly feeling very much more naked than naked. He kissed
her again, growling low in his throat. But there was