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I sucked and tongued her for a minute, then stopped and looked up at her. “What do you want?”
She looked down at me, dazed, her lower lip reddened from where she must have bitten it. “You.”
“Say it.” I nipped her taut little stomach. “Where do you want me?”
“I want you. Inside me.”
My answer was more growl than speech. I stood up and dragged off my jeans and boxers.
Ridley stared at me, dazed, still against the wall.
I stalked back to her, put my hands on either side of her head, caging her in, and gave her a long, wet kiss. “Get undressed.” I stepped back.
She lurched into motion, tugging her clothes the rest of the way down her legs and kicking them off in a couple of lithe moves.
I took her by the waist and swung her around. Walked her backward until her calves hit the mattress.
She sat down and I knelt between her legs. My hands were on her thighs. Her gaze went to my wrists. The wounds had finally healed over, but the silver had left a thick band of scar tissue.
Her teeth dug into her lower lip. “I’m sorry about that, too. I wish things were dif—”
I was tired of her apologizing. I pushed her legs further apart.
“You don’t have to keep saying you’re sorry. And don’t make this more than it is. This is just fucking, and we both know it.”
I said the words, even though I wasn’t sure I believed them. Maybe I was saying them for myself, not her.
Something flashed in Ridley’s eyes. Sadness, but I pretended I hadn’t seen.
She put her hands on the mattress. I waited for her nod, then took my hand from her mouth and trailed my fingers up her inner thighs. Touched the deep pink flower at the center. She was flushed and slick with arousal.
I played with her clit. It was swollen, and I could tell from how she sucked in a breath when I caressed her with my thumb that it was sensitive.
“I want to taste you here.” I ran my finger down her slit. “Would you like that?”
Her inner thighs constricted. She moistened her lips, nodded.
“Say it. Say you want me to taste your pussy.”
She obediently repeated the words in a low, needy voice. “I want you to taste my pussy.”
I didn’t move.
“Zaq,” I prompted. “Say you want me—Zaq—to taste your pussy.”
She said it again, adding “Zaq” in husky tones that made my balls clench.
The mattress was on the floor, too low to make it easy to kneel between her legs and kiss her the way I wanted. I gave her a little spank on the side of her hip. “Scoot back.”
She shimmied backward. Propping herself on her forearms, she watched as I bent forward and hooked my hands under her thighs. I captured her gaze, and, bending forward, brought my mouth to her clit again. It pulsed beneath my tongue.
Her eyes closed. She tensed and dug her heels into the mattress.
I kept licking and kissing her. Still somehow knowing what she wanted, exactly what worked for her and what didn’t.
So I gave it to her. I kissed her, sucked her soft, pulsating flesh.
Her hips rocked up and I lightly closed my teeth over her clit. That made her groan and start saying please again.
