With a low moan, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. At an angle, his chest pressed against hers.
“I want to do something terribly wicked to you,” he rasped near her ear.
“What?” The word came out on a rushed breath,her back arching slightly, her hips turning toward him as though she needed to be closer to him, absorbed by him.
“Just say yes.”
The slightest hesitation.
“Have I ever disappointed when showing you something?”
She shook her head before uttering the word that gave him the permission he sought. He slammed his eyes closed. Trust was such a fragile thing and with that one word she’d given it to him wholeheartedly. He’d never felt so victorious, not when he took the king on the chessboard, gathered up the bets made at the card table, or tripled his investments in a year.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. He considered standing in order to get to where he wanted quicker, but she couldn’t possibly miss the bulge in his trousers, and he didn’t know if it would give her pause. How much did she know regarding what transpired between a man and a woman? How brave was she?
Very if her latest answer was any indication.
Still, he dropped his arse to the floor and scooted to the open end of the longue where he proceeded to give attention to her feet, ankles, and calves with a sensual massaging, dropping kisses here and there, watching her through hooded eyes: the way she smiled, the bliss that wreathed her face. Gently, he lifted her feet and placed her ankles on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he grabbed her hips and dragged her toward him until her bum hovered at the edge of the cushion and her knees hooked over his shoulders, her legs dangling down his back.
At his actions, she’d gasped, her eyes widening insurprise, her mouth forming a small O. She studied him. No fear, only curiosity.
“Now to the wicked part,” he vowed. He lowered his head, slid his tongue along that valley his cock would never touch, and reveled in the taste of her.
Chapter 16
Of all the things she’d imagined happening tonight, having a man’s face buried between her thighs had certainly not been one of them. Nor had she expected this slow, meandering journey that made every inch of her skin tingle, that caused her stomach to tighten, her breath to hitch, and her nipples to pucker.
And her hands to traipse over his hair. Her hips to lift of their own accord when she needed additional pressure.
Watching her steadfastly, he moved his hands up to scrape his thumbs over those hardened pearls. She released a raspy breath, laced with a mewling pleading. She couldn’t deny that the man certainly knew how to bring about pleasure. He did it in such a way that it seemed the most natural thing in the world, what people were made for.
But more, the manner in which his eyes darkened, the satisfaction she saw glittering within the brown depths, made her think that he enjoyed offering this personal service as much as she did receiving it. Every now and then her moan was greeted with his groan.
She wondered if his body was as tense, if the remarkable sensations cascading through her were alsoflowing through him. She didn’t feel she was alone in what she was experiencing, that the pleasure somehow rolled into him.
Slowly, firmly, one of his hands slid along her torso and joined his mouth to stir to life an intensely compelling sensation that threatened to undo her completely.
“Oh, God!”
Her entire body tightened. Everything was becoming almost unbearable... and yet, she didn’t want him to cease his ministrations, didn’t want to no longer experience the exquisiteness. She might be content to remain here forever, with him swirling his tongue over the remarkably sensitive button. Closing his lips around it, tugging on it, suckling—
She began writhing, searching for something just beyond reach. Cradling his head between her hands, lifting her hips slightly, feeling him increasing the pressure, she thought surely she would die here. The little cries she was making seemed to come from the depths of her soul. She pressed her feet against his strong back, watched his eyes blaze with a command:Let go!
She did. Her back arching, her scream echoing around them before she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle it, shudder after shudder cascading through her like a never-ending waterfall.
Only it did end, fading out, a star shooting across the sky until it was no longer visible. He flattened his tongue against her, held it there, until her body went lax. Moving up slightly, he pressed a kiss to her belly before tenderly, carefully, sliding her legs off the perch of his shoulders. Straightening, he placed his elbows on either side of her and began drawing randomsquiggles over her skin until her harsh breathing returned to something that resembled normalcy.
She imagined her cheeks were burning a bright red, but she couldn’t seem to make herself look away from his heated, satisfied gaze. Her body still felt as though little pinpricks of pleasure were running through it, like when she blew out a candle and a few embers on the wick fought not to be extinguished. Eventually they would wink out.
She supposed at some point her body would return to normal and lose some of its sensitivity but at the moment she thought it would take very little to turn her into a blaze of pleasure again.
Swallowing hard, she dared to ask, “Is there something I should do for you?” The rasp in her voice surprised her.
Slowly, he shook his head. “Tonight was all for you.”
Because she’d sent for him, he hadn’t come of his own accord or arranged their tryst. Her satisfaction diminished a bit because he hadn’t been motivated by an unyielding desire. Then she chastised herself for the silliness because in spite of that, it had been wonderful.
“Scoot back,” he commanded, and she obeyed.
