Uncovering You 6: Deliverance Read Free

him. I might—and this was unfathomable, even a week ago—actually be changing him.
    Or, it could be the hormones talking. God knows my head isn’t on straight at the moment. I should probably just stop thinking, quit analyzing, and lose myself in the night with him.
    But his eyes… his face… his strong, masculine features, which are given an extra depth, somehow, in the near pitch-black darkness of the bedroom . . . what I see in them is not something I can simply dismiss.
    Nothing’s changed, of course. The warning he gave me in the car still stands. The meeting with Fey, and her mother, tomorrow, could still have disastrous consequences for me.
    I’m not concerned with that. All I know, all I feel , is that somehow, somewhere, along the way from Stonehart shoving me against the wall and demanding that I give him sex, to now, when he’s looking up at me in that unexpectedly tender and warm way, he’s reverted to Jeremy.
    The transformation happened right before my eyes, and, though subtle, I can tell there is a difference.
    His hands circle my waist. I keep moving my hips, gyrating them around in slow, sensual circles. The fabric of his pants feels rough against my skin. I can feel his cock straining against the confines of the pants. Desire pools on his face.
    “You took your time with me,” I say, shooting him a look. I run my hands over the firm ridges of his body, loving the way his abs tighten under my fingers with every breath. “I think, maybe, it’s my turn to do the same to you.”
    I bend down and kiss him. He reciprocates instantly, holding nothing back. His tongue explores my mouth, curling at the corner of my lips in that seductive motion he’s made me a slave to.
    I start moving my mouth down his body, exploring the hard firmness of his muscles with my tongue. Kiss, kiss, nip . Down his neck. Kiss, kiss, nip . Over his stomach. Kiss, kiss, nip . Back to his chest, gripping his nipple in my teeth and tugging back like he did to me.
    “Lilly—”
    I fling my head up, making my hair fly away from my face. Jeremy sounds hoarse, his voice threaded with desire.
    I don’t say anything. Instead, I continue my exploration of his body with my mouth. I scrape my teeth over the midline of his abs, dipping up and down the subtle edges of muscle. I bite and pull on his skin, continuing to work my way lower and lower.
    My mouth reaches his belt buckle. I trace it with my tongue, and then spread my palms on either side of his crotch. I bring my head down and nuzzle my face against his erection.
    “Fuck, woman,” Jeremy growls. “You’re such… a… fucking… tease.”
    His sentence is broken into fragments by every sweep I make over him.
    “You’re the one who still has his pants on,” I tell him. “But, I think I know how to fix that.”
    By now, I’ve cooled down enough from the high of the previous climax that I am certainly ready for him again. No! I’m way past being ready. I am fired up, aching, and needy. The façade I put up about going slow holds no sway over me anymore.
    It’s time to get to what we both so desperately want.
    My hands fly to unzip his pants. Jeremy makes a sound of mixed pleasure and relief as his cock springs free. It’s thick, hard, and pounding with blood. It’s so close to my face that I can feel the heat it gives off.
    “You went down on me,” I say. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
    Jeremy’s body strains as he lifts his head up to look at me. I maintain eye contact, offering a shy smile… and then lick once up the side of his cock.
    He shudders and falls back. I’ve never willingly taken him in my mouth before. It’s always been forced on me--either in his office or in the dark or somewhere else meant to be demeaning.
    As a way for me to retain some of my dignity, I never gave head with my full intent.
    But I do now. My lips curl around him and I draw him deep into my mouth. I suck over the tip, tracing my tongue down to the ridge of the