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There it was again. Theplease. Breathless and begging and hoping. And effectively shutting down all the sane thoughts in his head.
Her hips were already angled toward him, shifting from side to side, looking for friction and asking for things he knew full well she knew nothing of.
Good thing he did.
His mouth still devouring her, his hands dropped from roaming over her body, and he dipped, sliding his fingers under the back of her thighs to lift her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the crux of her grinding against his cock, and he nearly came in his trousers.
Removal of her clothes was a logical thought, but logic was not his friend at the moment. All he could think of were her moans from the other night, and how he could repeat them. How he could collect more of them to haunt his dreams.
He spun her toward the table and set her backside down on the wood, his fingers pulling up her skirts. Her lips still against his, she didn’t bother to pull away as she whispered, “This won’t compromise me?”
“Never.”
He broke the kiss and without preamble, he dropped to his knees and followed his hands up along her thighs with his lips.
She stilled for one instant with a shocked intake of breath. Breath that exhaled as his tongue slipped out, trailing along her inner thigh.
A gasp was his reward. Followed by a raspy moan as he drifted farther up her thigh, pressing her legs apart as he approached her folds. There was the slightest resistance in her thighs until he grabbed her right calf and draped it over his shoulder, locking it in place.
He pushed her skirts upward onto her belly and she leaned back with the motion, shoving aside the plates of food so she could balance on her forearms.
He glanced up to find her silver-blue eyes pulsating with lust, yet wide in wonder as she stared down at him.
Damn those skirts from blocking his view of her face when he finally hit his mark.
His fingers went forth, parting her folds and he dipped inward, his tongue dragging along her wetness. She screamed a gasp, her hand lifting to clutch onto the hair at the side of his head.
He smiled to himself. She still tasted of the honey sweetness. He explored, swirling his tongue to the recess of her folds as his right fingers dropped below his mouth, and he slid one finger into her depths.
Tight. So damn tight.
Her body spasmed under him, a ragged moan growling from her throat.
In and out, in and out, spreading her slickness about as his tongue worked her nubbin.
He slid a second finger in and she buckled, her body curling up and around him, her fingernails digging into the side of his head as she tried to control something she didn’t know how to command.
She was close. But he was going to enjoy this for a bit longer—make sure he had enough echoes of her pleasure in his ears to last him the night.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, slowing the circles with his tongue about her nubbin.
“Hel—help me—help me.”
Or at least he thought that’s what she said, her gravelly voice dropping out every other letter.
Pulling his fingers free, he licked, his teeth gently collapsing around her nubbin, and a scream he could feel in every part of her body tore through her. He drove his fingers in, reaching, stretching, and her body shuddered, the muscles deep within her tightening around his fingers. Her scream dropped into a haphazard, trembling moan as her body convulsed around him, yet he kept at her nubbin, gentle, riding the waves with his tongue.
When he finally pulled away to look up at her, he was dumbstruck for the radiance on her face. Her cheeks flush, her hair fallen out of pins and askew about her shoulders, the wide orbs of her eyes in unabashed disbelief as she looked down at him.
“Can I do that to you?” she rasped.
Her body was still spasming—uncontrollably—with her orgasm and those were the words out of her mouth?
He wasn’t built for this.
Wasn’t built to walk away.
“You don’t. You don’t have to touch me, Vic.” A hell of a time for honor to rear its ugly head.
