Page 19 of Vow

His other unsnapped the button on her jeans, and dipped beneath the matching lace panties. The tight fit of his hand in her jeans made her hot—his fingers could barely move, yet he managed to stroke her just right. Enough to make her shake. And then he teased her with his fingertips stroking the seam of her sex before toying with her clit, too.

Soft, gentle strokes.

Not too much.

Not nearly enough.

“Do you know how wet you are right now?” he asked, those fingers of his teasing her pussy again. “Wet enough for me to bend you over, and have a fucking feast.”

Jesus.

“Maybe you can do just that.”

“You’re mine for the night,” he uttered.

Dark, and wicked.

His voice still made her wet.

It was kind of ridiculous.

“For the night,” she agreed.

“Then strip.”

The order came out sharp, and yet husky along the column of her neck. She was aching in all the right places. A small tremor worked its way over her body—the anticipation she felt making itself known.

“Now,” Andino added.

He stepped away from her then, taking those teasing, talented hands with him. Haven felt the loss like a visceral sensation washing over her skin, but she was a little distracted considering he’d told her to do something, and she wanted more than anything to comply. She was quick to slip out of her jacket, jeans, and shirt. By the time she was down to her lace underwear set, Andino had perched himself on the edge of his bed.

“Come here,” he said, tipping his head a bit to encourage her.

She walked across the room until she was standing in front of him. One of his hands came up to cup her thigh, and then stroke down over her smooth skin. His touch left a trail of heat behind.

“Still perfect,” he murmured.

Haven let out a soft laugh. “You know, it’d be easier on me if you didn’t say things like that.”

There.

She said it.

Let him make of it what he wanted.

Andino glanced up to meet her gaze. “Is that what you want? Just to get fucked, and then get gone, girl? You don’t want the rest?”

Oh, she did.

She wanted that more than anything.

Her heart just couldn’t afford the cost.

“Yeah,” Haven replied. “Just fuck me, and let me go, Andino.”

He nodded.

That was all she got—not even a verbal agreement—before he reached for her. His mouth landed just below her navel at the same time his hands fisted into the waistband of her panties. He dragged the lace halfway down her thighs while his mouth kissed a slow path lower on her stomach.