Oh, she wanted him.
That she knew.
But, oh, he wanted her, too.
The determined glint in his eyes sent a hot bolt of lust straight through her. “Artemis, I need to taste you.”
Her brow crinkled. “But haven’t we?—”
Oh.
He needed to tasteher.
His mouth met her neck in the delicate space between earlobe and clavicle, and she arched back, palms planted behind her, offering him all the access he needed as he kissed and sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. Then he broke away and lowered between her legs, lifted the hem of her skirts and dipped his head beneath.
She closed her eyes andfelt. Slick and velvet, his tongue slid along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped. She’d experienced this before—with him. But now, in this moment, it felt heightened—and it came to her why. Everything they could possibly do today, they had done ten years ago. They’d explored each other’s bodies—openly, freely, and without inhibitions.
Then it had ended with a suddenness and finality she hadn’t been prepared for.
Shecouldn’thave been prepared for, in the way one couldn’t prepare for an earthquake. One simply had to hang on to the nearest steady surface at hand and endure.
So, yes, the feel of him … the muscular bulk of him between her legs … the slide of his tongue along her thigh … it was heightened for having been lost—and now returned.
His tongue found her quim, and a long moan poured from her as the firm tip brushed along her slit. A boot heel found his shoulder, and her thighs fell wider, her sex swollen with want and lust andneed. Slowly, his tongue swirled around the too-sensitive nub, then flicked.
She gasped.
Oh, this wouldn’t take long.
Her hips began to move subtly as his mouth worked her cunny over. A long finger entered her as he continued pleasuring her with his mouth. “Oh, Bran,” she cried.
Release was bearing down on her, but,oh, she wanted to prolong this pleasure just a few seconds longer …
But her cunny had no regard for her wants, only its own.
And what it wanted was sweet—blessed—release as it broke against his mouth … around his long, talented finger … and took its pleasure. Her cry sailed to the low rafters, blending with the din of activity beyond its tight confines, leaving in its wake quiet, but not peace.
Unrest stirred and swelled through this air.
He angled back and came out from under her skirts. His gaze met hers. “Satisfied?”
Within his eyes and within his words, she detected the dare.
“Never,” scraped across her throat.
A chuckle sounded from him as he hesitated long enough to take in the view of her bare thighs … her cunny … Then slowly, deliberately, so as to draw and hold her eye, he beganunbuttoning the falls of his trousers, the bulge beneath so long and,oh, so thick.
She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched each button fall open at half the speed of real time. Desperation licked hot flames through her. She needed him inside her—now. She shoved forward on an impatient moan that might’ve been a whimper. She was too far gone with desire to care.
A knowing smile curved his mouth. “You want this, my lady?”
“Desperately.”
The flap fell open, and his cock sprang forward. She gasped, then gave a little embarrassed laugh. He took himself in hand and dragged his length along her slit. Her head arched back, and her hips slid forward with utter ache and need. With his other hand, he reached for her waist, holding her steady as he pushed inside her.
This wanted to be a coupling utterly lost to abandon. But she sensed him holding back as he began moving inside her. Every thrust made her want more and more and more until she found the edge of too much—then pushed it. And kept pushing it until they were naught more than two beings whose sole purpose was to give and take pleasure from one another.
She pushed off her hands and shifted so she could reach around his neck and bring her mouth to his. “Take me, Bran,” she spoke against his lips that yet held the taste of her. “Take me as I know you want to.Ravish me.”
