His own low moan almost drowned her out, his mouth insistent, impatient. Ravenous. He pulled on the beaded tip, drawing on her. The pinpricks dancing across his scalp from her restless fingers only stirred him, encouraged him. With his free hand, he unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and quickly removed it, cursing as he cupped her flesh.
“Achilles,” she whispered, twisting against him, thrusting her breasts into his mouth. “Please.”
There was no way he could deny such a pretty plea. Switching to the other mound, he nuzzled the neglected nipple, then plied it with licks and sensual laps. By the time he finished, skimming his lips down her damp torso, her chest heaved, her stomach going concave under his tongue. But he didn’t pause, couldn’t. Not when passion and need swept him up in an undertow so fierce, he was powerless against it. Not when lust clawed and howled inside him like a voracious beast that demanded to be satisfied.
Not when he doubted he could ever be satisfied.
Even as the sacrilegious thought skipped through his head and his heart thudded in protest, he pressed a hand to her chest, gently urging her to lie back on the table. She watched him, a wary expression flashing across her face.
“Trust me?” Why he asked that, he didn’t know. He didn’t need her trust; that’s not what tonight was about. But he didn’t try to retract the question. Partly because, though it didn’t make sense, he wanted it. He wanted her assent.
After a moment, she slowly dipped her head, sending relief coursing through him. “In this—” her gaze flicked down her bare torso to where his fingers lightly gripped the tab at her waist “—yes. I trust you.”
It was enough.
In quick work, he freed her of the pants, taking her panties with them, pausing only to remove the heels from her slender feet. Placing fleeting kisses along her instep, he trailed a worshipful path back up her inner thighs. He closed his eyes, inhaling her earthy musk, savoring it. Craving it on his tongue.
“Achilles.” Mycah cupped his head, her beautiful legs tightening around him. Preventing him from moving. “I haven’t... I’ve never... I don’t—Hell.”
He stopped, settling into one of the dining room chairs as if having a woman spread out before him like a delicious buffet was a common occurrence. No, not a woman. Mycah. And there was nothing common about her. Trying not to stare at her trembling breasts with their beaded, dark nipples or the lush beauty of her thighs or the soaked, swollen folds of her sex was a struggle that defied human strength and veered into something out of mythological trials.
“You haven’t what, Mycah? Had a man’s mouth on you? Do you want me stop?” Jesus Christ, it might kill him—especially when he couldseethe evidence of how much she wanted him on her flesh—but he would. Cold anger pulsed inside him for the selfish pricks who hadn’t given her this.
“No, of course I’ve...had a man’s mouth on me. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you while you’re literally sitting between my legs,” she muttered, pressing the heel of her palm over her eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, curls wild around her face and shoulders, her face an adorable mixture of confusion and surprise.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked again. Because to him—and his dick—that was the most important issue here.
“No,” she whispered, her eyes glazing over.
“Then what have you never done, Mycah?”
“This.” She waved a hand down her body, encompassing him. “On a table. With the lights so...bright,” she finished, her voice containing a tinge of embarrassment. “Could we possibly go to the, I don’t know, couch or bed, where I don’t feel so...exposed? I mean, people eat on this table.”
“No.”
She stared at him. Blinked. “No?”
“No.” He shifted to the edge of the chair, simultaneously gripping her hips and tugging her closer to the end of the table. “You told me not to treat you like you’re fragile, like you’ll break. Light won’t break you. Pushing you out of a comfort zone won’t break you.” He pushed his face into the fragrant space where her torso and thigh met. Inhaled. Growled. “Like you said, people eat on this table. Well, so will I.”
He dived into her.
Palming her thighs, he spread her wide and feasted on her. He dragged his tongue through her folds, losing himself in the sweet, spiced taste of her. Taking his time to lick and nibble. To explore and discover what made her legs tremble, that little bud of flesh flinch. What drew whimper after whimper. He became a connoisseur in everything Mycah.
Though his dick ached, he could stay here, his mouth buried against her, pleasuring her. An inane thought crept in his mind, there and gone before he could banish it: purpose.I’ve found my purpose. Giving this woman ecstasy.
“Achilles.” Once more her fingers had found their way to his hair, tangling and pulling, holding him close. Her hips bucked, rocked, demanded. There existed no ambiguity about what she needed from him. “Please. I need...” A sound between a whimper and a cry escaped her but the abrupt flex of her ass telegraphed her request. “Please,” she whispered.
Before, he’d thought her pleas pretty. This time, they shredded him. And that primal part of him that desired—hell, wasobligated—to provide what she asked of him. Sucking the bundle of nerves that crested her sex, he thrust two fingers inside her. Deep. Hard.
She screamed.
She clamped down on him and, between his mouth and fingers, he gave her every measure of the orgasm, not stopping until she fell limp on the table. Her pants lanced the quiet of the room, and his harsh breaths underscored hers.
Fuck. Lust strung him tight, and if he didn’t get inside her, he was going to snap.
He shot to his feet, the chair beneath him falling backward. With his body moving before his mind could fully deliver the order, he scooped Mycah up in his arms, cradling her. He calculated the distance to the bedroom, but his cock determined the couch was closer, and he headed there. Mycah didn’t open her eyes as he gently deposited her on the sofa that was easily double the size of his at home. But he didn’t remove his gaze from her while he quickly stripped his remaining clothes and boots, pausing only long enough to remove a condom from his wallet.
“Hey.” He knelt beside the couch, cupping her face and tilting it, sweeping his thumb over her cheekbone. “Look at me.”
