The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 116

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I slid my hands up her thighs, feeling the tremor that ran through her muscles. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm and smooth under my palms. When I reached the lace edge of her panties, I traced the line with my thumbs, earning a full-body shiver that made her grab my shoulders for balance.

"Sit down," I said, guiding her back onto the mattress.

She obeyed without argument, which was probably a first in our entire history. Her eyes were dark and unfocused, pupils blown wide with want. I knelt between her legs and kissed the inside of her knee, working my way up her thigh with deliberate slowness.

"You’re taking forever," she complained, but her voice shook with anticipation.

"Good things are worth waiting for."

"That’s such a cliché."

"So sue me."

I continued my path upward, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She was already trembling, her breathing coming in short gasps that made her chest rise and fall rapidly. When I reached the edge of her panties, I could feel the heat radiating from her core, could smell the sweet musk of her arousal.

"God, you smell incredible," I murmured against her skin.

"Lukas." My name came out strangled, desperate.

Instead of giving her what she wanted immediately, I traced the line where her panties met her thigh, following the lace edge with my tongue. She jerked against me, her hips lifting off the bed as she tried to get more contact.

"Please," she whispered.

I looked up at her, taking in the way her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, lower lip caught between her teeth. She looked wrecked already and I’d barely started. The sight sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my groin.

Finally, I pressed my mouth against her through the lace, earning a cry that she tried to muffle with her hand.

The fabric was already damp with her arousal, the taste of her bleeding through the material and making my head spin.

I used my tongue to trace her shape through the barrier, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex and circling it with gentle pressure.

Her thighs clamped around my head, her whole body going taut as a bowstring. "Oh god, oh fuck, Lukas, I can’t—"

"Yes, you can." I pulled back just enough to hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. "Lift up."

She obeyed immediately, raising her hips so I could slide the lace down her legs and toss it aside. The sight of her bare and glistening and completely open to me made my mouth go dry.

She was perfect, pink and wet and mine, and I wanted to worship her until she forgot her own name.

From somewhere behind me came a soft sound that reminded me we weren’t alone. I glanced over my shoulder to find Diane watching us with undisguised hunger, her black bra now gone and her hands moving over her own skin in slow, appreciative touches.

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