Unexpected Love (Timid Souls Book 3) by Melanie Munton

my head, that was all she wrote. I was done after that. This woman had taken me, twisted me in knots, and turned my life completely upside down. But when she finally put her whole mouth on me? I became undeniably hers. Hers to do whatever she wanted with and I wouldn’t complain. Hell, I was prepared to worship at her feet if she continued to make me feel this way.
    At first glance, Felicity’s mouth looked soft, innocent, untouched by anything dirty or rough. But I knew better and I knew it was greedy, hungry. She was taking everything I gave her and demanding more. I grasped the sheets beside me, totally lost to the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth snaking its way down my hard shaft. Squeezing my eyes shut as I threw my head back and groaned, I did my best to prolong it. I wanted it to last as long as possible.
    That wasn’t very realistic, though.
    Because I had fantasized about this very thing for months and those fantasies hadn’t done her mouth justice. And oftentimes when a man had a fantasy fulfilled, the pleasure was quick to come.
    Which it did, seconds after I warned her so, though she refused to let go. Her lips were clamped around me, her sucking noises driving me out of my damn mind as I bucked up into her mouth, my climax releasing down her throat.
    “Oh, yes . Swallow it, Felicity.” I could feel her throat working around me, taking me down. “Fucking swallow it.”
    It took me a few minutes to fully catch my breath after that. I quickly glimpsed down the length of my body, just in time to see her lick her lips and use her finger to wipe the corner of her mouth. Good God. She made it look like she had just finished her favorite meal. Talk about making a guy feel good.
    That was when a whole swell of emotions hit me as I gazed down at her. Every time I saw her, she looked even more beautiful than the previous time. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen, no doubt. But she also had this innate beauty about her that the majority of women on this earth couldn’t touch and strove unsuccessfully to acquire.
    Felicity just had this arresting nature about her. Like you had to stop and take a better look because there was so much there to see, to uncover. So much bubbling under the surface that one passing glance was never enough. One touch would never satisfy. There were so many different sides to her, something I had sensed the instant I met her and had immediately wanted to know more. Each layer I peeled off continued to be more fascinating than the next, causing me to fall deeper, harder for her.
    And I was pissed at myself.
    Because I had been treating her like she was nothing but a quick, easy fuck. Bending her over bathroom counters, taking her on top of dining room tables, shoving her up against the bathroom wall. I wasn’t showing her that she meant more to me than that, much more. I wasn’t taking my time with her like I should have been. I wasn’t making sure she felt cherished, cared for.
    That ends now.
    She needed to know that I could do romance, dammit. That I was capable of it. And more importantly, that I wanted to do that for her. That she was worth that and so much more.
    I hauled her and myself up and left her standing there as I headed toward the bathroom. “Stay right there,” I told her before I closed the bathroom door behind me.
    I didn’t want to look back at her for fear of losing my control and tackling her to the bed before I could actually set up the romantic scene I had in mind. I went over to the over-size bathtub, turned on the hot water, and dumped some bubble bath in, the smells of cherry blossoms instantly permeating the air. As the bubbles began to fill the tub, I set out the candles I kept in the closet and lit them. The candles I kept in there for this very purpose.
    I was a man who enjoyed his bubble baths and went all out with them. My job was stressful and it helped relax me. So sue me.
    Feeling satisfied with that, I left the room and shut the door behind me. I