“Tell me what you want, Jannie,” he said, his voice unrecognizably raspy.
“I already did. Go lower.”
He let a few seconds pass before he tentatively ran his hands over her hips.
She huffed another frustrated sigh.
And then, to his disbelief, she reached back, shoved his hands away, and yanked the leggings down, uncovering a peach lace thong that disappeared into the most perfect ass he’d ever seen.
Nick went slack-jawed. He licked his lips, his hands hovering over her, not trusting himself to touch what would surely be his undoing.
“Get to work, Sebastian,” she said in a tone that struck a chord deep inside him.
“Sebastian?”
“Always liked your middle name,” she muttered into the pillow. “I also like your hands. I want them back on me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” came out of his mouth.
She pointed with her thumbs to the tops of her glorious glutes. “Right here is where it hurts.”
“I’ll do my best to make it better.”
Swallowing the bit of saliva left in his dry mouth, he pressed his fingertips into her round, firm flesh, closing his eyes at the exquisite feel of it.
This was a million times better than all his high school and current fantasies put together, and Nick kneaded caressingly, part of him still in disbelief that he was actually getting to do this.
He tried to be gentle when all he wanted was to fill his fists with her, then spread her wide, and bury himself in—
“Fuck it.” Her voice was barely audible.
His hands froze.Had he heard …?
The next moment, she flipped over and looked at him. Lookedintohim. He felt exposed, laid bare, even though he was the one sitting there fully clothed.
“What?” he managed to choke out.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Everything.”
Nothing could have prepared Nick for the fire that blazed in her eyes or how she gripped his shirt and hauled him on top of her.
The air whooshed from his lungs. He landed on both palms, completely thrown off balance.
He blinked.
She stared straight into the depths of his soul, and he felt his heart begin to race so erratically that he thought he might black out.
“I’m done,” she said through her teeth. “I’m done resisting this.”
And then, she fisted his hair with both hands and pulled.
Jannie opened her mouth under his as if he were air, and this was her last chance to draw breath. The woman seemed hell-bent on devouring him, and he had no choice but to be consumed.
It was no gentle kiss. No, this was thrusting tongue and clashing teeth and the sting of her pulling his hair as her mouth did impossibly erotic things to his.
