“Upstairs,” I gasped between kisses. “My room. She’ll hear if we—”

“Too risky,” he growled, but his hands were already yanking the sundress up over my head, leaving me completely naked on the table. “I need you now.”

He dropped to his knees right there in the dining room, the same place we’d eaten lasagna with Mom hours earlier. He spread my thighs wide, hooking them over his shoulders, and buried his face in my pussy like a man starved. No teasing this time—his tongue plunged deep inside me, fucking me with long, rough strokes while his nose rubbed my clit. The wet, obscene slurping sounds were loud in the...