Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

battery is recharged.
“Oh, and we ordered her some clothes that will fit her, too.” I raise my
eyebrows. “Honestly, she’s six feet tall, with this long, pretty body, and she was
wearing boy clothes. I mean, I asked her what she wanted to wear—didn’t want
to make any assumptions—and she said the reason she wore her brothers’ handme-downs
was because they were the only comfortable clothing she could find,
but she wants to dress differently. She just didn’t think she could feel comfy and
look how she wanted. I reassured her that both were possible, as I am evidence.”
Ren laughs, and his eyes dance. “You always look beautiful, Frankie.”
“Thank you. So, we ordered some size small, extra-long leggings from this
place that makes them so soft, with no itchy seams. A bunch of tag-less longand
short-sleeved, one hundred percent cotton tops. Soft hoodies, a fidget
necklace like mine, and she also wanted to try some stim—mmph!”
His lips are on me again, but this time his hands are clasping my face, his
tongue sweeping against mine, his mouth hungry.
“I cannot express how grateful I am to you,” he whispers against my lips.
“And I want to hear a lot more tomorrow. But I don’t want to talk about my baby
sister anymore, not tonight. You’re naked, in my tub, and if I don’t touch you
now, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Heat rushes through me. My breasts tighten, and a fierce ache builds between
my legs. “Then touch me.”
Ren keeps kissing me, but his hands are busy, furiously working the sleeves
of his dress shirt open, then cuffed up his arms, before his hand dives in the
water and finds my clit like a homing beacon.
“Jesus, Ren.” I lift a hand from the water to brace myself on the tub’s ledge
as he kisses me, his mouth patient but urging.
Open. More. Harder.
I scrape his lip between my teeth, flick my tongue teasingly and earn his
quiet growl. His fingers slide over me steadily, whispering touch that works me
to a frenzied, desperate need. Drifting his mouth down my jaw, to the delicate
space behind my ear, he swipes his tongue across my skin and blows cool air.
A shiver wracks me. “Ren,” I whisper.
“Hm?”
“I want—” I’m cut off, gasping as he curls one finger inside me and rubs my
G-spot with the kind of dedicated accuracy that betrays his profession. Target.
Aim. Score.
My first wave of release blindsides me, jarring me up in the water. I grip the
tub’s edge so hard my hand aches, but Ren doesn’t stop.
“Another,” he whispers, followed by a hot, tangling kiss as teeth and tongue