He leaned in, blew a hot breath across the tip. “So damn pretty.”
Her hands landed in his hair as he sipped her into his mouth, tugging just enough she felt an answering pull in her groin.
He switched sides, taking her to the edge, every caress pooling heat beneath her skin. She tightened her grip, twisting the soft strands, her chest already heaving, that hypersensitivity in full force, only it wasn’t the light or the sounds that had her primed.
It was Coulter Barrett.
Warrior, rescuer, friend, and the man who’d be her undoing.
Coulter chuckled, dropping his hands to her waist. “Let’s get you more comfortable. After all, you did say you wanted to be here for a while.”
“I—”
He kissed her. Cut her off, really as he scooted her down the bed until her head landed on a pillow, her body spread out across the center. He stared down at her, those gorgeous blue eyes looking a few shades darker. He swept his gaze the length of her, a roguish smile curving his lips. “Take a breath. I don’t intend on stopping until you’re completely wrecked.”
“God, Coulter.”
Another soul-searing kiss, then he moved, licking and nipping his way down her ribcage and across her stomach, finally settling between her thighs. He trailed his finger along her skin, lingering on her hip before dipping lower.
She pressed her head into the pillow, her fingers tensing and releasing in his hair as he licked a path through her flesh, teasing her with a hint of penetration. The air rushed out of her lungs on a hiss, heat arcing across her skin.
He repeated the caress, every nerve sparking to life, threatening to explode. He chuckled. “Someone’s got a hair trigger.” He looked up her body at her. “Or am I reading this all wrong.”
Neve released his hair, pushed onto her elbows. “Wasn’t me who finished in record time yesterday.”
“Oh, that sounds like another challenge. And if I didn’t love the view, love the way your body trembles when I do this…” He hummed as her head tilted back, all her muscles flexing at once. “I might have to answer it. But I’m just too damn determined to sit here, watching you react to every touch, every swirl of my tongue.”
He leaned forward, ran his tongue the length of her. “Christ, I could lick you for hours.”
One of her hands found his hair again, not that she knew how. She’d been clenching the sheets, then her fingers were curling around the silky strands as she scratched her nails across his scalp, anchoring his head against her groin. If Coulter minded, he didn’t show it, nipping at her skin, then licking the slight hurt before doing it all over again.
She clenched her jaw, focusing on the way his shoulders rubbed her thighs, how every breath sounded raw, desperate, as if loving her affected him just as much.
That maybe he’d fallen, too.
Coulter moaned, looking up at her as he increased his pace, jacking up her need until she started chanting his name, lifting her hips in the hopes of increasing the pressure. The brute moved with her, keeping it light, just enough to push her right up to the edge without tipping her over it.
Pressure built along her stomach, her muscles starting to cramp, but he eased back, allowed the sensations to cool.
She levered up, tugging on his hair until he looked at her. “Coulter…”
He sucked at her flesh, making her eyes roll before he released her, two fingers still sliding in and out. “Neve…”
“You’re teasing me.”
“And here, I thought I was loving you.”
“Slowly.”
“You did say you wanted it to last for hours.” He dropped a kiss on her inner thigh. “Relax and enjoy the ride. I’ll get you there.”
Falling back on the mattress, she grunted, body trembling and heart threatening to pound out of her chest. She focused on breathing, on stemming the need when he doubled his efforts, taking her right back to the brink.
Her breath stalled, all that heat coiling in tight. She clenched her hand, everything burning white hot until he stopped again, a second from sending her over.
A strangled cry tore from her chest as she rolled her head across the pillow. “No, Coulter, god… Please, I…”
He lunged toward her, crushing his mouth to hers before he resumed his assault, harder, faster, applying just the right amount of pressure. “No more teasing, sweetheart. Now, give me what I want.”
