“What are you doing?” she asked, her finger ceasing its erotic motion.
His gaze flew up to meet hers. “I think you know.”
“I haven’t given you permission to touch me . . . or yourself.”
“Is it your intention to torture me?”
“Perhaps.”
As if to illustrate her point, with her other hand she took a cherry-hard nipple between forefinger and thumb as she resumed rubbing the nub of her sex. Another moan escaped her, and her neck arched back.
It was all too much.
In a raspy, desperate voice he didn’t recognize as his own, he murmured, “I can help you with that.”
Her brows lifted, and she pinned him with a lust-glazed stare. “Oh?” was all she spoke, but he heard,Impress me.
He stretched forward, languid and sure, her flesh separated from him by a thin stretch of air. “I would do this.”
He touched his lips to her quim, almost primly, before his tongue flattened and moved against her in a long, slow stroke, eliciting a long, slow groan from her.
“Then I would do this.”
His hand slipped beneath her to slide one . . . two fingers inside her.
“Followed by this.”
His tongue stiffened to a velvet point and began tapping, finding a quick rhythm as his finger moved in and out of her.
She melted beneath his tongue even as muscles began tightening, a palpable tension clearly overtaking her as her head arced back and her hips thrust forward. A few more taps of his tongue, and her release would engulf her . . .
And then what? She would be done with him. He wasn’t ready for that.
His tongue abruptly stopped its motion, and his fingers slid out of her.
A groan of frustration, rather than one of release, poured out of her.
Her eyes flew open and fixed him with a fiery glare. “I didn’t give you permission to stop.”
“I know.”
Chapter 25
Tat: Tit for tat; an equivalent.
A Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue
Francis Grose
Mariana froze.
I know.
With those two simple words, Nick shifted the power balance. And he knew it, she suspected. But she was too far gone to care. He knew that, too. Drat the man.
“I want you to need me,” he said.
Something about the way the wordneedscraped against his throat nearly undid her.
