Page 88 of Sunrise & Serenity

He latches on to one of my tightly furled nipples, the heat and suction drawing it into a diamond-hard point. I clutch at his hair, holding him to me as I pant.

When he releases me, I almost cry out in protest, but he’s quickly focused on the other one, sucking and nipping it, then soothing it with his tongue until the pleasure searing my nerve endings is almost too much.

Rearing back, he curls his fingers into the waistband of my panties, drags them down my legs, and tosses them aside. With his palms on my inner thighs, he spreads me wide open.

I don’t know whether it’s the cool air on my overheated core or his expression, but I shiver almost violently.

He drinks me in, a muscle pulsing in his jaw. “Look at you. Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

My nipples are painfully tight, my body trembling with anticipation as a thin sheen of perspiration coats my skin.

He settles himself between my legs, one muscular arm pinning my thigh down while his large hand splays over my lower stomach. The thumb of his other hand trails over me, and I moan, clutching the blanket-covered straw in both hands.

“You’re so wet,” he says, his voice like sandpaper. “You’re dripping for me.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused in my life.

Then he sucks my clit into his scorching hot mouth, and I cry out, my hips jerking. He pins me down, and the moment his tongue dips inside me, I grab his hair as my back arches.

He groans his approval against me. “You taste incredible. Just the way I imagined.”

I don’t have time to formulate any kind of response before he flicks his tongue against my clit and spears me with one long finger.

He makes a noise in his throat. “So fucking tight.”

“Oh god.” I roll my head from side to side, unable to keep still.

I’m building fast—too fast—as he licks and sucks, adding a second finger to the one already stroking inside me. With heat flooding through my veins, I suck in deep breaths, trying to slow myself down—to savor the moment, just like he said.

But he doesn’t relent. If anything, the way I arch into him only makes him more merciless. He spreads me wider, sucks harder, and when he adds a third finger, my legs start to shake.

I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands as his jacket’s loose sleeves fall to my elbows. He responds by drawing my clit between his lips, his tongue rolling over it until the ache in my core becomes almost unbearable.

As if he can tell exactly how close I am, he reaches up, finds my peaked nipple, and pinches it between his fingers. The tiny sting of pain is enough to push me over the edge.

My entire body draws tight, then I’m crying out as the orgasm tears through me. My hips buck, my internal muscles clamping down around his fingers. The deep groan he lets out vibrates against me, and I can’t stop spasming around him as he drags out each sensation until I’m a quivering mess, nearly sobbing.

Eventually, I sink back, boneless. His expression is almost wild as he draws his fingers out of me. Then his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth again. I moan as I match him, thrust for thrust.

“Can you taste yourself?” he growls against my lips. “Everything about you is so fucking sweet.”

My mumbled reply is nonsensical. It’s almost impossible to believe I could want more after that, but I do. I fumble with the waistband of his briefs, dragging them down far enough to release his erection. It practically springs out, the swollen tip almost brushing his abs.

Then he’s in my hand, hot and hard and so damn big. My inner walls clench at the idea of being stretched open by him. I squeeze, and he hisses against my mouth. But the moment I tilt my pelvis, desperate for him to push his way inside me, he grips my hand and shakes his head.

Disappointment sweeps through me. “Why?”

“No condom,” he grits out.

I blink, my stomach dropping. Safety had completely slipped my mind. I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t offset the other risks.

Holden braces his forearms on either side of my head, his hands fisting in my hair. “As soon as we get home, I’ll give us what we both need. But I won’t risk you, no matter how desperate I am to feel you come on my cock.”

I swallow and nod, but don’t let go of him. Instead, I give him a short stroke.

“Fuck.” Eyes clenched shut, he releases my wrist.

Exhaling, I do it again, stroking the full length of him this time.