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Zoe made a pouty sound in protest. Her hands curved over his shoulders, urging him upward.
So Dex went down.
Bunching her sweater in his hands, he pushed it up to bare her stomach. And groaned at the sight. A tiny red stone pierced her belly button, like a cherry on top of a very delicious treat.
Already as turned on as he thought he could get, Dex closed his eyes and fought for control. Outflanked by desire, it spun just there, out of his reach.
He wanted the treat. And he wanted it now. Dex flicked the button of her jeans open, sliding the zipper down, then burying his face in her belly. He nipped gently at the soft flesh there, just beneath the glittery red stone. Then he slid lower.
“Off,” he muttered.
She almost killed him complying. She lifted her hips, bringing the juncture of her jeans right up to his mouth. Ignoring whatever she was doing with the rest of the fabric, Dex buried his face there with a growl. He could smell her, female and inviting. He needed to taste her.
As soon as the denim cleared her hips, Dex dove in. He cupped his hands over the bare skin of her butt so she couldn’t lie flat again. She gasped, then moaned as he followed the path of her pants by kissing his way down her leg. At her knees, the jeans bunched. Dex slid to the edge of the bed, slipped her boots off, then grabbed the hems of the pants and pulled them and her silky red undies off. Then he stared.
“Damn,” he breathed. “You’re incredible.”
She lay there, her hair a tousled tangle of colors around her face. A flush, desire he knew, since she didn’t blush, washed her cheeks with soft color. Her eyes were slumberous and challenging at the same time. Daring him to pleasure her. Begging him to do it soon.
His eyes trailed down her body. Her breasts quivered temptingly with each rapid breath. He wanted to yank the sweater off her to see them. Were they as round and heavy as they looked? Were her nipples dark or light? Large or small? He couldn’t believe he was going to find out.
But first…He slid his gaze lower, to the dark triangle of tidy curls between her legs. He ran his finger over her thigh, just there where it met her hips. Her skin was like silk.
Forcing himself away from the temptation beneath those curls, he slid his palms over her thighs, giving a low growl at how smooth and warm her skin was. He gently traced the back of her knees, his mouth quirking to one side when she giggled helplessly. His fingers traced a pattern over her calves until he reached his objective.
The boots.
He cupped both her ankles in his hands. The leather beneath his fingers was a major turn-on. Was this a newly discovered kink? Did he care?
Dex stood at the foot of the bed, still holding her boot-clad feet in his hands. He stared down the tempting length of her body and heaved a huge, shaky sigh. Heaven. She was pure heaven. And he was the lucky man about to get himself a tiny piece of that heaven.
Dex released one of her legs. She settled it, knee raised, on the bed. He lifted the other to his mouth, pressing a hot, openmouthed kiss just above her boot. He kissed his way up her calf. When he reached her knee, he dropped to his own between her legs, then slid down flat between her thighs.
Using his tongue, he traced a pattern up the inside of her thigh. He looked up. Great view. His already rigid erection throbbed at the sight of her damp, glistening pink lips.
Never a man to savor when he was starved for the feast, Dex had to force himself to go slow. He draped her legs over his shoulders to lift her to the perfect kissing height. He breathed in. Her scent filled his mind, making his mouth water. He traced his fingers over the swollen flesh. Zoe mewed a tiny sound of approval. His heart pounded, excitement and anticipation swirling in his head. Finally, he gave in. With his tongue, he teased and tasted. A little sip here, a tiny nibble there, he took his time.
And if the impatient fingers tightening in his hair and the low moans were any indication, he was driving Zoe just as crazy as he felt.
His tongue swirled, probed, stabbed. Her moans grew shorter, in time with her panting breath.
His hands found the soft curves of her breasts under the warmth of her sweater. He did no more than curve his fingers over the lace-covered mounds, squeezing in time with his darting tongue.
Zoe’s thighs tightened on his shoulders, her body stiffening as she raised her hips closer to his mouth. Dex slid one hand back down, working her swollen nub with his tongue while he used one finger, then two, to send her over the edge.
Zoe’s pants took on a keening edge. Her fingers gripped his hair. He sucked the tasty flesh into his mouth.
She exploded.
The sound of her satisfaction rang out, filling his ears. Filling his heart. Dex slowed the movement of his tongue, soothing now instead of tormenting.
His own breath coming in gasps, Dex eased back to watch her come down from her orgasm. Face flushed, eyes closed, she looked like every dream he’d ever had. If his hands weren’t full, he’d pinch himself to see if this was real.
