“What’s that mean?”
Luc kisses me an inch below my navel and doesn’t look up when he answers. “It meansstay.”
My skin flames. Maybe it’s because of the command. Maybe it’s because of what he’s doing with his mouth. “I’m not a dog,” I manage.
Luc shakes his head, the tip of his nose drawing lines low on my belly. It feels amazing.
“No,” he says, nuzzling the lacy edge of my panties. “But you’re a vet. Figured you knew the lingo.”
“Puh!”I start to protest when his teeth close lightly over the stretched lace. The fabric does nothing to block the wet heat of his mouth. The next thing out of mine is a moan.
“Have I mentioned that I really like your—” he licks the gusset of my panties. The shock of pleasure runs straight to the crown of my head, “taste in lingerie?”
I make a noise, but it’s hardly an answer. His mouth closes over the spot he just licked, and Luc sucks me into his mouth, panties and all.
“Jesus Christ,”I whisper, because a whispered prayer is all I can manage. If I wasn’t already soaking wet, I am now. And let’s face it. I was already soaking wet for him.
“Mmmm.”He hums against me, and each of the ten thousand nerves that exist only for pleasure hum right along with him. Luc hooks the drenched scrap of finery with a finger and tugs it down. My panties skim down my legs, and with a flick of his wrist, they sail across his room.
Looming above my sex, Luc’s eyes, intent and hungry, lock with mine. His gaze flicks down before returning. “Are you giving this to me?”
Oh God.The question is so impossibly sexy, yet how can I answer?
I grip his comforter, trying not to squirm.
He tilts the scarred brow with a teasing slant. “Is that ano?”
I swallow. Lick my lips. Shake my head.
He shakes his head in imitation. “I can’t hear you.” His voice is low, liquid with desire and shot with baiting.
He lowers his head, and with one swift upward movement, licks my slit. My inhale is machete sharp.
“Millie…”
It’s only when he whispers my name that I realize my eyes are screwed shut, and I’m staring at the back of my eyelids. I open them and meet his gaze, dark and smoldering. His expression is one of patience. And command.
“Do you. Give this. To me?”
My pounding heart should be bouncing me off the bed right now.
“It would be—” I swallow. “A lot easier… if you just took it.”
Luc bunches his lips, as though considering. Then he shakes his head. “Can’t do that. You see…” He dips his mouth again, this time licking me from thigh to thigh.
“Cocker Spaniel!”
Yes. Luc Valencia’s face was between my legs, his tongue doing the very thing I’mdyingfor him to do. And I just called out the name of the prissiest breed of dog.
I hate my life.
And, no, Luc didn’t just succumb to a case of spontaneous hearing loss. At least, not if the tensing of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes is any indication. I can see he’s not going to laugh at me, inches away from my pussy—which would be more humiliation than I could handle—but it’s a near thing.
He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and sucks on it meditatively. “Let me see if I understand.” His voice rumbles as he speaks, the breath of his words landing on my merciless arousal. “You can sayCocker Spaniel, but you can’t say,Yes, Luc, this is yours?”
Good God. It sounds so good when he says it.Yes, Luc! This is yours!I scream it silently. But no sound leaves my mouth. How can it? What would that say about me? How would that align with the way I’ve lived? With the way I must live?
Instead, I nod. Because it’s true. Saying just about anything is easier than saying that.
