Firebird (The Firebird Trilogy #1) by Jennifer Loring Page A

her thighs as he plunged his tongue in and out. Laving and sucking at her, his tongue a warm, wet sponge giving her pussy the same deep, openmouthed kisses as her lips. He licked up and down, blazing a molten trail as his stubble scraped her tender flesh. He drew circles around her engorged nub, sucked at it, nibbled. Whenever she teetered at the edge, he kissed her thighs instead. The delicious ache intensified, filling her like a glass of water, overflowing. She writhed as if to escape, the pleasure too incredible to endure.
    His tongue’s serpentine flicker as he made eye contact was enough to propel her over the brink, weightless, then freefalling. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come without using her own hand, the depressing thought chased away by a spreading tingle as her mind shut down consciousness of anything except Alex’s tongue. Then the abrupt, intense upsurge riding out to such a forceful throbbing it seemed she was turning inside out. Pushing against him, she moaned in an ecstasy for which there were no words. Her head was spinning, her body shaking, tightening, and her breathing irregular and labored. Her eyes rolled back, and her thighs quivered. A complete loss of control she did not want back. She bucked her hips against his mouth, grinding, struggling not to scream but unable to quiet the detonation. Her cries ricocheted off the walls. Her tattered breath hissed in and out, and so did his.
    A series of tender pulsations carried her back to the world. The throb inside her was waning. Her knees wobbled, and her chest heaved. Alex kissed her body all the way back up, as though eight years had been hours and as though eight years would contrive at any moment to separate them again. His tongue offered her the pungent flavor of juices she’d never tasted before, her heart beating so hard she could feel it in her throat. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t speak, and she wanted to run away with him as though they were in some stupid Lifetime movie and live happily ever after in a place where no one knew who he was.
    He smiled, but its ineffable sadness suggested he knew how this was going to end, that morning would impose on them the reality she wished she could reject.
    “You have the most beautiful eyes,” she murmured.
    He batted his lashes, and she erupted into giggles. The smile grew bigger, showing his white teeth. A number of them were implants. “Did you know only two percent of the population has green ones?”
    “You would know some random statistic like that.”
    Alex trailed his fingertips over her cheek, down her neck and her breast. If a single kiss could explain the enigma of love, his did. Soft yet sensual, intimate, his mouth lingered as if imparting a piece of himself to her. Then separating, catching her bottom lip between his and tenderly sucking. She didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid he would vanish like the breathtaking dream he must be. The only man she’d ever loved had quite literally skated back into her life, and she could not grasp why she ought to regret it.
    She saw ghosts in his eyes, and they were wearing her face. Her breath hitched.
    “Tell me to go,” he said, “and I will.”
    “No,” she whispered. There was no disgrace in granting her heart its fondest wish when she was about to deny it that same happiness for the rest of her life. “But I shouldn’t…”
    “I just had my tongue in your pussy, and you’re going to get shy about sleeping in the same bed?”
    “I know, but…”
    “You didn’t drink enough. You’re thinking too much.”
    She sat up and teetered to one side, indicating she had in fact drunk plenty, even if alcohol never quite dulled her mind enough to relieve her inhibitions. “I have to. Multiple things will go wrong with my life if people find out about this.”
    “Steph, you’ve always been a little high-strung. Tonight, just shut up and enjoy the moment.” He smiled and patted the spot beside