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“Little vixen,” he growled.
Hovering, he did a slow pushup, drawing his length over her pussy. She gasped and tore at his shirt. As soon as she had all that steely hard flesh of his muscled chest exposed, her stomach blossomed with more want.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she murmured. Her gaze licked over his chest and arms.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful.” He struggled with the buttons on her top but her bra was no match for his skilled fingers. Finally, he was able to kiss her throat and bathe her nipples with slow, mind-bending swirls of his tongue.
Licking a path to her other breast, Quaide held her gaze. Seeing his eyes darken as he sucked her straining bud into his mouth had her crying out.
“Your hands are shaking,” she said, then arched as he drew harder on her nipple.
“Because I fucking want you.” He placed a chain of kisses down her cleavage to her ribs. She writhed, and he raised his head with a grin. “I always loved that you’re ticklish.”
“It’s so good when you kiss me there,” she panted.
Lowering his mouth again, he sucked a spot on her side. Her hips lifted off the bed, and he slipped his hand between them to cup her pussy. When she cried out and pushed into his hand, she felt how hard he was against her. God, had he ever been this hard?
Lapping down to her navel, he caught her hands and pinned them to the bed. For long moments it was as though he relearned every contour of her torso from collarbones to her waist. Her grip on her tightened, and she rocked her hips.
“What do you want, baby? This?” He released her hand and cradled her pussy again.
“God, yes.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.” Her voice was so breathy. The world vanished.
Nuzzling her waist, he one-handedly unbuttoned her jeans. Slid down the zipper.
Pushing back, he removed her boots and socks. Then tugged off her jeans and panties. “I want to take this slow. You deserve slow.”
“I deserve you.” The force in her tone made his eyes burn.
Using one fingertip, he stroked down the seam of her pussy. She panted and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Look at me while I touch your pussy. Show me what you need.”
Her eyes flew open and she met his stare. A dark shiver ran through her, making her pussy clench. As he painted her wetness up and down her seam, he watched her, and she stared back, trying to show all her love.
When he reached her clit, she sank her teeth into her lip.
“Don’t hold back that cry, baby. I want to hear it.”
She released her lip and moaned. He swirled his fingertip around her clit, barely brushing the center where it would be most sensitive. She writhed. Then he moved on, gliding through slick folds, zigzagging back and forth on a road to ecstasy. She tilted her hips, let her legs fall apart.
Not far enough apart for Quaide. He clutched her by the inner thighs and opened her wide.
She lay spread-eagle, open to his hungry gaze. He sat back on his heels to examine her, but everything about the touch of his eyes turned her to molten lava. Only one man hadeverlooked at her this way—Quaide.
He ran his fingers down her pussy lips to her soaking entrance. But he didn’t sink his fingers into her like she needed.
More juices wet her.
“Fuck yeah, baby. You’re so wet for me. So fucking beautiful. Spread your legs wider for me. I want to just look at you.”
Trembling with excitement, she widened her thighs.
“More.” His gaze was almost black. She throbbed for his touch, but he continued to stare at her. The lines cut between his brows made him look stern. His unsmiling mouth set in the granite of his square jaw gave her a new kind of ache—to see him happy.
