“Careful,” he said softly. “They’re sharp.”
And they certainly were. Not like a knife, but the enamel was different from regular teeth. Then I traced my finger over his soft lips, sculpted jaw, and stubbly chin.
A mischievous smile touched his lips. “What are the boxes beneath the bed? Each is labeled with a name.”
I could absolutely die from embarrassment.
The ladies had each assembled their own private box to store their personal effects for when it was their time in heat. It could be anything from pictures to magazines to toys. I didn’t know what they had put in theirs, but I certainly knew what was in mine.
“It’s, um… for our time in need.”
He reached beneath the bed and pulled out my box. “May I?”
“Please don’t judge me.”
Atticus cupped my nape and pulled me into a deep kiss. Our tongues met, and the next thing I knew, we were lying on the bed. His cool facade crumbled when his erection pressed against my leg.
Atticus unbuttoned the top three buttons on my nightgown, and when his warm lips drew in my nipple, I moaned.
His insatiable craving for me was undeniable.
Atticus rubbed his nose against mine. “I want to seduce you.”
“Okay.”
His eyes settled on mine. “Sex will wait until after the baby.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to worry about my strength.” He scooted down and kissed my nipple. “Pleasure comes in many ways, my lady. How would you like me to pleasure you?”
“Open my box.”
Atticus reached onto the floor, and there was the sound of a lid flipping over. He gave me an elfin smile over his shoulder that made me blush to my toes.
When he moved back over me, he held a pink vibrator. We girls had driven to Austin one afternoon for personal-pleasure items to store in the heat house, and I didn’t want to raise any suspicion by not partaking.
Atticus sat up and placed it beside me. Then he put his warm hand on my thigh and slowly stroked all the way up to my hip. He hooked his fingers around the hem of my panties, coaxing me to lift my hips so he could pull down my undies.
After lying beside me, he caressed my hip. “You’re a goddess.”
“I’m huge.”
He turned my chin to face him. “Goddess.Now spread your legs for me.”
When he cupped his hand between my legs, I gasped and gripped my pillow. Every stroke unraveled me under his ravenous gaze. I wanted to burst when his tongue circled my nipple. Even the gentle press of his fangs was an erotic delight.
Panicked, I seized his hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“It feels too good. I-I don’t want it to be over too quickly.”
I had been going through bouts of extreme arousal for the past several weeks, and if he kept touching me that way, I was going to climax too soon.
“This is just the beginning. Let yourself go. We have all night.”
His words were silken against my skin, and I did. I let go completely.
