He propped himself on his elbow, mouth curving at the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. “You didn’t take a damn thing from me I wasn’t begging to give you.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “But I get it.” Another kiss, the other corner. “We have all the time we want.”
She breathed out, tension slipping away. He watched it leave her in a visible melting that made his throat burn. “Let me take care of you.”
“You already did.”
“Not like I want to.” His thumb traced the line between her ribs, then drifted lower, tracking her reaction to what he was doing. “I want totasteyou.”
Her breath hitched. He felt the tremor zip through her belly into his palm. Those eyes went wide again. “Decker…”
“Say yes, love.” The endearment spilled out again.
Her teeth caught her lip and her nod was tiny and frantic. “Yes.”
He folded the sheet down, exposing her to the pale moonlight. He took his time—because he liked watching pleasure ripple over her beautiful face.
He kissed the inside of her wrist first, then the soft underside of her elbow. The place beneath her breast where her heartbeat stuttered fast. Each kiss coaxed a new sound from her—soft sighs, little broken hums that arrowed straight to his gut.
By the time he settled between her thighs, she was breathing like she’d run a mile up the mountain in the snow.
He hooked her knees over his shoulders and felt her heels brace at his back. “If anything’s too much,” he murmured, palms open on her hips, “you tell me.”
She threaded her fingers into his hair. “I’ll tell you if it’s not enough.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the sensitive crease where thigh met hip, then the other, until her hips tipped up on instinct, offering more. He nosed along her slick folds, the scent of her making his vision white out for a blink. Then he gave her the lightest stroke of his tongue and felt her jolt.
“Oh—” Her voice cracked. “Oh, that’s—”
He smiled against her…then got serious.
He licked her like he meant it, slow and deep, the weight of his tongue a steady rhythm that made her thighs shiver againsthis cheeks. He learned her quickly—how she gasped when he circled lazily, how she moaned when he flattened his tongue and pressed in, how she choked on a curse when he sucked gently and slid two fingers inside, coaxing.
“Decker!” She gripped his hair, the sheet and anything she could catch. “I—please—don’t stop.”
He answered with a rough sound and doubled down, finding that perfect angle inside her while his mouth worked the tight, needy peak of her. She was wetter now, passion rolling off her in waves. Her hips began to move in small, helpless arcs that met his mouth like a question and an answer all at once.
“That’s it,” he rasped against her, the words vibrating where she was most sensitive. “Ride my mouth, love.”
She did. God, she did—shy at first, then bolder when he groaned approval, his hands anchoring her and giving her something to push against.
He flicked his gaze up to catch the exact instant she broke apart.
The tension wound her up tight, and she chased it, chased him, until her breath broke into ragged little sobs.
The moment came like a lightning strike—her spine bowed, thighs clamping tight around his head, a raw cry tearing from her throat as she shattered. He swallowed all of it, kept working her, guiding her down with soft laps and kisses.
When she finally collapsed, he pressed one last kiss to the inside of her thigh and crawled up her body, laying himself carefully over her so she could feel his weight and know she was held.
She laughed—soft and stunned. “I didn’t think it could get better.” She nipped his jaw. “It got better.”
“Good.” He nuzzled her.
She slid a palm between them, found him thick and heavy again against his abdomen. Her brows lifted. “Seems like you need something.”
His laugh came out broken. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She wrapped her hand around him. “Decker?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, helpless already.
