I trail kisses down her throat, across her collarbone, taking my time as I move lower. When my mouth finally closes around her nipple, she gasps. I take my time, savoring her reactions as my tongue traces circles around the sensitive peak.
“Lower,” she commands, tugging at my hair. “I want your mouth on me.”
I look up, finding her watching me. “Demanding,” I murmur against her skin.
“You have no idea,” she replies.
I smirk up at her, letting my hands slide down her sides to her hips. “I think I’m getting a pretty good idea.”
Her breath hitches as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts, tugging them down over her curves. I move carefully to avoid jostling her injured shoulder, though from the look in her eyes, she couldn’t care less about pain right now.
“You’re moving too slow,” she complains, lifting her hips to help me.
“Patience is a virtue,” I remind her, deliberately taking my time as I slide the fabric down her legs.
“Not one of mine,” she retorts, and I can’t help but laugh.
The shorts join my clothes on the floor, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her nearly naked before me, wearing nothing but her underwear and that damn sling. Even with the bandages, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath my lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admit, moving higher with each kiss.
“Less reminiscing, more action,” she says, but her voice has gone breathless, betraying her impatience.
I laugh against her skin, letting my breath warm her through the thin cotton of her underwear. “So demanding,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into the elastic and pulling them down her legs. The sight of her fully naked before me takes my breath away.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, unable to hold back my admiration.
“If you don’t put your mouth on me in the next five seconds, I swear I’ll?—”
Her threat melts into a gasp as I seal my mouth against her heat. Her good hand fists my hair, holding me captive, not that I have any intention of escaping. I’m consumed by her taste, her scent, the raw sounds she makes as my tongue delves into her folds, exploring every intimate crevice.
“Fuck, Jonah,” she breathes, her hips bucking against my mouth. “Right there.”
I slide my hands under her, grasping her ass to lift her higher, feasting on her like a man starved. My tongue circles her clit, varying pressure and speed, responding to every gasp and moan. I’ve studied her reactions, learned what makes her breath catch, what makes her fingers pull harder in my hair.
“God, don’t stop,” she moans, her thighs quivering around me. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I growl against her flesh, the vibration making her cry out. I slip one hand from beneath her, slowly pressing two fingers into her slick heat. She arches off the bed, a string of desperate pleas falling from her lips. “More,” she demands. “Give me more.”
I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I could make her come like this, but a primal need takes over. I want to be buried inside her when she comes undone. I want to feel her pulse around my cock, see the look on her face when pleasure claims her. The thought alone sends a surge of heat through me.
I lift my mouth from her, but my fingers keep moving inside her tight warmth. Her eyes snap open, confusion and protest mingling in their depths.
“What are you?—”
“I want to be inside you when you come,” I say, my voice low. “I want to feel every second of it. I want to claim every single moan. “
Her breath catches. She stares at me like I’ve just rewritten the laws of physics.
“Jesus, Jonah,” she breathes. “Say that again.”
“Which part?” I murmur, letting my fingers curl deeper, watching her jaw go slack. “The part where I tell you how badly I want to feel you come apart around me? How I’ve been thinking about fucking you since you opened your pretty little eyes this morning?”
“All of it,” she manages. “All of it, and then get up here.”
I move up her body slowly, deliberately, holding her gaze. “I want to watch your face,” I tell her. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in. “Then stop talking,” she whispers, “and give me something to make noise about.”
