With a smile, Darien dragged a thumb across her bottom lip, igniting a fire deep inside her. “Hearing you beg is tempting, I have to admit.”
“I want you.” Those three words were the softest breath. And then, just because she wanted to, she added, “Please.”
When he kissed her this time, it was gentle—as soft as her breath. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth to him. His tongue swept in to claim hers with savage strokes. A sound that could only mean she wanted more floated from her lips as the taste of him filled her mouth, as she felt his hand slip under the hem of her shirt, where it traveled over her breasts, cupping and circling. Her breasts turned heavy and tight under his touch, her nipples peaking under his palm.
The sensation of his skin on hers had her knees inching farther apart in invitation. She’d longed for him to touch her like this again, ever since that night at the Devil’s Advocate. Had longed to go the whole way with him.
As if he could read her mind, Darien said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. You light up my life, Loren Calla.” He lifted her up so he could pull her shirt over her head. When he eased her back down again, he swept his fingersbetween her breasts and down to her navel, tracing the shape of her body as if she was a work of art he was admiring—a sculpture he needed to touch to get the full experience. Her stomach fluttered as that hand traveled lower and lower—
Until it slipped right under the elastic band of her shorts. Beneath the lacey trim of her underwear.
Heat spread through her core, and she arched her back, rotating her hips in the hopes of urging that hand to exactly where she wanted it.
But he suddenly slid his hand back out, grabbed her behind the knees, and dragged her down the bed. She squeaked in surprise as he spread her out below him, opening her legs wide. He snaked both hands under her, cupping her ass, and with one sharp tug he removed her shorts and underwear and tossed them aside.
There was nothing covering her now, and the look on Darien’s face as he drank her in, admiring every part of her… That look was heavy and heated, and every part of her body ached with the need for him to touch her, to fill her with himself until there wasn’t a hint of space between them.
“Now it’s my chance to see if you taste as sweet as you look,” Darien said, every word deep and rough. He kept his eyes on her as he lowered himself until that stunning face of his was right between her legs. Pressing a kiss to the inside of her left thigh, he said, “Should I find out, Miss Calla?”
“Please do,” she gasped.
“I like it when you say please.” And then he lowered his mouth, lower and lower, holding her stare as he moved…and then licked up the slick centre of her. That first touch of his tongue lit her whole body on fire. Desire curled low in her belly as he let out an appreciative groan that seemed to say he was quite pleased with how she tasted.
“Good?” Her breath was a wild gasp.
“You’re fucking delicious.” The words left her dripping. And then he set about doing exactly what he’d promised at the Devil’s Advocate, eating his way straight to the heart that was already his, the only man it would ever belong to.
His tongue circled and pressed on her clit with such precision that her legs twitched, each stroke making her want to buck her hips. Darien kept one hand flat on her stomach, pinning her to the bed beneath him, while he used his other to alternate with his tongue. The feeling became more intense—almost unbearable—as he stroked her harder, and she tipped her head back into the sheets, arching under his touch.
“I love those little sounds you make.” His thumb was working magic. “I want you to come for me, Loren. And then I’m going to fuck you.” He coaxed her clit into her mouth, sucking on it and rolling his tongue against her.
Oh, gods. The pleasure rippling from her head to her toes made her body feel like it wasn’t her own, like she was drifting into some distant dream. The things that he was doing to her, with only his tongue and his hands…
They almost made her black out.
And when she lifted her head from the sheets slightly, and she saw just how intently he was watching her writhe beneath him, she reached her climax. Hard and fast, the sight of his stunning face between her thighs—and the sight of his eyes gleaming black as he read her aura, a sight she’d once been afraid of but now found incredibly sexy—too much for her to bear. Her hands found his soft hair, and she cried out his name, pulling him harder against her as his tongue flicked across her clit, carrying her from one orgasm to the next.
Only once she was wholly spent and limp beneath him, her breathing no more than ragged gasps, did he slow.
He gave her a wicked, triumphant grin.“Thatis exactly why I’ve never had any intention of sharing you.”
Somehow, even with her lying naked before him, he still managed to make her blush.
And then he was sitting up, settling himself between her legs. And she found herself as afraid as she was ready as he looked her over, drinking in the sight of her lying naked before him.
“Ready, sweetheart?” His voice was husky as he let the black fade out of his eyes.
Loren nodded faintly, her stomach bunching with nerves.
But Darien seemed to remember something, for he froze. When he cursed under his breath, his head turning slightly toward the door, Loren realized where his attention had gone to.
That was an easy fix.
She reached up to undo his belt buckle. “I’ve been taking a contraceptive tonic,” she told him. She’d gone to the clinic to get a prescription as a precaution after that night at the Devil’s Advocate—after how heated things had become between them.
His expression smoothed, though only just. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” Loren said. “And besides, I don’t want anything between us. I want to be able to feel you—allof you.” Her hand closed around him through his pants, feeling how hard he was for her.
