Page 272 of Sky’s Edge

“I don’t know,” I lied. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“One or two,” he murmured, shimmying up the skirt.

I shifted my legs to assist the shimmy.

Once it was around my waist, he didn’t even bother rising from his chair before he hefted me onto the edge of the desk.

Smooth move.

Effective move.

Very effective.

And drat the male, once I was where he wanted me, he took his time drawing my panties down my legs.

“Tanyn,” I snapped.

“Patience,” he replied. “Lie back.”

I did as I was told.

He spread my legs.

He took too damned long doing that too.

He then ran a finger lightly through my wet folds.

I trembled on his desk.

“Honey,” I whispered.

Going the other way, he bent in, and dragged his tongue just as lightly, and agonizingly slowly.

Oh gods.

Using two fingers, he opened me and circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, lazily, like he had weeks to go down on me.

Gods.

Amazing.

And torment.

In other words…

Perfection.

And Tanyn.

Before I could tell him to get busy, he casually tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, the other, he dipped back in, and I thought it’d be more torture.

But it wasn’t.

He went at me with tongue and teeth and fingers, and I writhed on the desk, digging the spikes of my shoes in his back, threading my fingers in his hair, pulsing his face into me as he built it higher, higher…

Dear Hecate.

“Honey,” I warned. “You,” I begged, inviting him to fill me.