“I’ve wanted to see you naked ever since I met you,” he says, licking a trail up my neck before brushing his lips over the sensitive skin behind my ear. “While the judge was droning on in court, all I could think about was getting you alone, slipping my hand under your skirt and fingering your hot pussy.”
I jerk hard against him when he tugs my panties to the side and slides his finger between my wet folds. “Trigger, I—” I cry out when his thumb teases my sensitive nub in slow, torturous circles that send moisture flooding my sex.
“Oh God!” I gasp when he bites gently into my earlobe, his breath warm against my sensitive skin.
He growls as he presses his finger hard against my clit. I jolt and cry out at the heat that shoots through my body, but it seems that he’s not done driving me crazy as he leans down and licksmy nipple. I moan, hips bucking when his mouth closes hotly over the nipple, sucking hungrily.
It’s intense. What he’s able to do to me with just his mouth and hands.
Christ, I want to touch him too, but his hand stays firmly on my wrist, holding me in place as he drives me to insanity.
I’m panting, writhing under him as I feel my body move slowly toward an orgasm. With a harsh growl, his tongue travels across to my other nipple; he licks wetly at the bud before gently biting down. I cry out as an orgasm tears through me, so intense that I feel it on every inch of my skin. His finger strums my clit faster, drawing out the climax and leaving me a trembling mess.
“Again,” he growls, releasing the grip he has on my hand. I watch with surprise as he drops to his knees right on my living room floor. “I want to see you come again.”
“What are you doing?” I gasp when he grabs my panties and yanks them down my thighs. I suck in a sharp breath when he leans in and brushes his lips over the inside of my thighs, nuzzling me as he moves up, making me tremble with every soft caress over the sensitive skin.
“I’m going to taste you,” he says, pushing his face against my sex and breathing in deeply. I flush when he nudges his nose between my feminine lips, groaning with every breath he takes against my wet flesh. “Fuck, baby, I could get high off you. I bet you taste just as delicious.” I moan when he puts that theory to the test by sliding his tongue over the valley of my sex. “Fuck, I was right. Sweet lord, you’re a dream. I want to taste your release all over my tongue.”
He shoves my legs apart and I realize how exposed I am right now. It’s the last conscious thought I have before he sends my brain to mush. A sob tears out of my throat when he slides histongue over my wet slit, grazing my sensitive clit. I lose all my senses as his tongue moves possessively over my sex, licking and lapping at it like a starved animal. His deep rumbles vibrate against my skin and add to the intensity, and soon my fingers are tangled in his hair as my hips rock to meet that sinful mouth.
“Oh God, Trigger,” I sob at the ceiling, my head thrown back and chest heaving as I allow myself to be dragged closer to yet another edge. My breath catches in my throat when he brings his thumb over my clit and rubs at the bud, applying just the right pressure to send me tipping into pleasure with a sob that wracks through my body.
My vision wavers and a scream tears out of my lungs as he trades his thumb for his lips, covering my swollen bud in hot suction. Stars dance at the edge of my eyes as rough tremors roll through my body, a delicious sensation spreading from my head to my toes.
His mouth stays on me, drawing out the orgasm until I’m shaking and sobbing. My body is more sensitive than it’s ever been, and when he finally pushes back to look at me, I experience the first hint of fear.
Those eyes are full of lust and desire, but underneath is something else.
Something possessive and dangerous.
Something that tells me he’s only getting started with me, and it sends a shiver running up and down my spine. The heat in his eyes sends a nervous flutter to my tummy.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve wanted to take someone so desperately?” he growls, climbing to his feet so he’s staring deep into my eyes. “Since I’ve wanted to make a womanmine? Mind, body, and soul until she knows no one but me?”
“No.”
“It’s never happened,” he says, sliding his hand around my neck and cupping my nape. “I’ve never wanted another woman as desperately as I want you, Maeve Halloway.”
And then he leans down to kiss me, but before he can, I blurt out, “I’m a virgin!”
Chapter Six
Trigger
“I’m a virgin!”
The words cut right between us just as I lean in to kiss her, and I freeze in my tracks, brows lifting in surprise. It’s not easy to catch me off guard, but this girl has managed to do just that on more than one occasion. Slowly, I push back to look at Maeve, only to find her eyes tightly shut, chest heaving with every breath.
“What?”
It’s more of a reaction to her words than a question. Hell, maybe it’s both.
Surely, I heard wrong. That must be it, because it doesn’t make any sense for a woman as gorgeous and smart as Maeve Halloway to be a virgin. Untouched? I sensed her shyness when she first undressed and figured she probably hadn’t been with a man for a while, but a virgin? That would mean she hasn’t been with a man…at all.
Until me.
Hell, I can still taste her. The sweet and tangy taste of her arousal is still fresh on my tongue, and knowing that I’m the first personto taste it is doing things to me. That dangerously possessive feeling, the one that’s been growing ever since I met her, finally takes root. Solid roots.
