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After a few more seconds, his hips pumped forward when he pressed into me, causing those involuntary tears pooling in my eyes to spill down my cheeks. When I looked up again, his eyes were still firmly locked on mine, and his low growl of approval became my new favorite sound.
His cock swelled impossibly and the salty tang of precum hit the back of my throat.
“Never.” His voice was thick and hot, barely recognizable, and his fingers tensed in my hair.
A chill raced across my skin when he tugged gently, trying to pull me back, warning me that he was right there on the edge. It was sweet and thoughtful, and my heart did a little flip flop in my chest, but I didn’t let it break my rhythm. Instead, I slid both my hands around to his smooth, hard ass and dug my nails in, anchoring myself as I swallowed him deep.
It only took a few more beats before his whole body went rigid and his fingers fisted so tight in my hair that I felt the sting at the roots. His eyes finally squeezed shut and a ragged groan ripped out of him. I held my head perfectly still, taking him in and swallowing him down as his hips pulsed in a shuddering orgasm.
Gooseflesh streaked across his body in a wave, and I pulled away slowly, sucking all the way to tip. I couldn’t remember a time in my past when I’d enjoyed giving head that much. Ever.
I swiped the back of my hand across my lips and looked up, but instead of seeing a languid, relaxed, and utterly satisfied man looking down at me, the fire in his eyes seemed to burn hotter.
He hauled me up roughly, pulling me close as he pressed his lips to my ear. “My turn.”
36
HOOK
Never startled in my arms and I drew in a deep breath, inhaling her scent to ground myself. I had to be gentle. As gentle as I could manage, anyway.
I pressed my lips to hers, softer this time, enjoying the taste of her sweetness mingled with my pleasure. It was an addictive flavor. Passion spiced with trust. Heat tinged with hope.
I wanted her so badly I felt as though I might just vibrate out of my skin.
She said nothing when I picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her on her feet beside the nightstand. Not even a peep escaped her lips as I pressed gentle kisses to her neck, working my way down. I fought a brief, losing battle with the tiny buttons of the silk nightshirt.
Whoever thought that many buttons on a sleep garment was a good idea should have been hanged. Or at the very least flogged.
And not in the fun way.
After the fourth button eluded me, again, my patience slipped. I yanked the smooth fabric apart, sending tiny, iridescent buttons flying through the room. Still, all she did was watch with a look on her face like she was caught halfway between desire and fear.
I peeled the fabric back slowly, keeping my eyes locked on hers even as the shirt dropped to the floor at our feet.
Every inch of her I’d seen up to that point had been breathtaking, and as much as I wanted to lay her back and drink her in, I needed her to know that she could trust me.
She sucked in a little breath when my knuckles brushed the sensitive skin of her stomach and my fingers hooked into the waistband of the silk pajama bottoms. I raised a brow in question, giving her the chance to stop me. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she gave me a quick nod.
Another little victory that sent a rush of excitement through me.
I dragged the pants down, sinking to my knees in front of her as I did.
She blinked a few times rapidly. “I thought you were worried you would hurt me.”
A dark chuckle slipped through my lips as I reached up and traced a finger down her breastbone. I’d been absolutely terrified when she’d dropped to her knees in front of me, and again when I’d tried to pull away and she’d stopped me. Terrified and then utterly lost in her.
I trailed my hands down her sides, loving the way her body trembled. “I still am.”
Her head fell back, and she stared up at the ceiling. “I must be out of my goddamned mind.”
I froze where I was, holding my breath. I was desperate to taste her, to have her unique flavor on my tongue, but I needed to know she was on board. If she told me to stop, it might take a few lifetimes to get over missing this chance with her, but I would. One word from her was all it would take, and I would end it then and there.
When she finally looked at me, my heart leapt. “All right, pirate, show me what you’re working with.”
Foolish girl.
I couldn’t help the growl that rumbled out of me. It was instinctual, a byproduct of my breeding. She was playing with fire issuing a challenge like that, and I was made of flames that wanted nothing more in the universe than to consume her.
