His body was shaking lightly beneath her hands, and she realized she’d been staring and not moving.
Well, that was gonna change.
Ireland pulled down his boxer briefs and revealed the rest of him.
God.Shit.
If she thought his face and body were handsome, she hadn’t seen one of the best parts. And since when were men’s penises attractive? Never in the history of ever. And yet Bran’s was.
Long, thick, lightly tanned, except at the tip, where it was darker. Even the thick veins along the length were erotic.
Like she had with his neck and abs, she leaned forward and licked him.
A choking sound came from his chest. “Okay,” he said. “That’s enough.”
Ireland glanced up. “You want to stop?”
“Not even close.” He slid her dress and panties off her legs in one swift move. “We’re shifting positions, because your pink tongue, red-flamed hair, and beautiful mouth are going to unman me if I let this business go on. I’m not a monk, but it’s been a while, and I’m primed. No pun intended.”
“Oh you mean, like the restaurant?” she said as she watched him admire her naked body.
Ireland covered herself there and he looked up. “Ready to stop?”
“Why do you keep asking me that?” she said.
“Just reading the body language. When I have you, I want you to want it.”
“I have wanted you for, like, ever! You’re the one who’s been playing hard to get.”
“Have I been?” He inched down until his chest was between her legs. Then he dropped his head and licked her. Right down the middle. “Tell me about it.”
Ireland’s head dipped back, because he licked her again, spreading her lightly with his tongue. Words, there were no words, but moans and other strange sounds were most definitely coming from her. She should have been embarrassed, but she really, really didn’t care.
He kissed the crease between her leg and her labia, sucking on it. And she shifted to get him back to where his tongue had been.
A rumbling chuckle came from down below.
Her head snapped up. “Stop teasing me.”
Before the words had left her mouth, he was giving her some kind of erotic tongue lashing that had her flailing on the mattress.Son of a bitch.
His fingers slid up and down the inside of her thighs until they reached her core. He gently slid a finger inside her while his thumb rubbed along her creases, his tongue working its magic on that tight bundle of nerves that was the center of her pleasure.
He shifted his head, hitting it from a different angle, and then she was exploding.
Fireworks went off behind her eyes, her back arched, and a wild animal sound came from her throat. At least, that was what she remembered when she returned to her body.
Bran slid up her, his penis seducing her leg and thigh in a long caress.
He kissed her neck and then her lips. “You taste good.”
She shoved his jeans down farther with her hands and then her feet. “No,youtaste good. Why do you think I keep licking you?”
“Because you’re hungry?”
“Damn straight I’m hungry.” She glanced down where their naked bodies were pressed together. “Are you going to back out?” Ireland couldn’t think of a moment in her life when she’d wanted a man half as much as she wanted Bran right now, but one never knew with him. Maybe oral was all he wanted?
He touched her temple and brushed locks of her hair back with his fingers. “I didn’t bring anything. Should have known I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
