“Johanna.” Her name was all he could manage to say at first as desire pounded through his veins, hardening his cock. But that was not enough, and it would not do, so he forced more words to come. “You steal my breath.”
Her smile was shy. “Then we are well-matched, for you steal mine as well.”
He shrugged out of his dressing gown, scarcely taking note of it falling to the carpet. All he could think about was her. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her tempting body flush against his. And then they were kissing once more.
But this kiss was different than all the others.
It was wild and furious. Hot and bold. This kiss was an acknowledgment. A promise.
They were moving together, their lips clinging, bodies in tandem toward the bed. They fell onto it together, Felix positioning them so that Johanna lay on her back and he was atop her. Her legs parted for him, and he broke the kiss at last to trail his mouth down her throat.
Her skin was so soft and silken. He lingered over her frantically beating pulse, the evidence she was affected by him every bit as much as he was moved by her. And somehow, the knowledge she should be forbidden to him, that he should not be here now, naked with her in her bed, about to make love to her, only heightened his desire.
He could not get enough of her. His lips traveled over the elegant protrusion of her collarbone and then to the rounded slope of her shoulder. Lower, down the curve of one breast. He placed a kiss on the peak and then whorled his tongue in a circle around her nipple before flicking over it.
She made a throaty sound of approval. He sucked her nipple, running his hand over the dip of her waist, down her hips. Her legs fell open, and his fingers found her wet heat as he traced her seam to the plump bud of her pearl. She was as blissfully responsive there as ever. He teased her with slow, lingering strokes as he sucked on her nipple.
Her body bowed from the bed as he increased the pressure with his fingers and moved to her other breast. He lingered over that tempting beauty mark, kissing it first and then lapping over it with his tongue.
But that was not enough. He had to have more. He kissed down her belly, his palms gliding over her inner thighs to spread them wider. The sight of pink, glistening folds held him riveted. An arrow of heat shot straight to his loins.
“Felix,” she protested, her voice shy.
“Hush,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to each of her inner thighs. “Let me worship you.”
He wanted her surrender. Her bliss. And he was not going to stop until he had both. Because everything in him knew, then and there, that this woman had always been meant to be his.
Nothing could haveprepared Johanna for the sensation of Felix’s mouth upon her.
There.
On her most intimate flesh.
He found the center of all her longing with his tongue. She cried out, her fingers finding purchase in the rumpled bedclothes. She grabbed fistfuls and forgot to be ashamed. Forgot to be embarrassed. Forgot anything but this man, his strong hands splayed on her thighs, holding her open for his sensual torture, his mouth moving over her, devouring her…
He fluttered light licks over her pearl. Her hips jerked from the bed. She wanted more. She was on fire, writhing beneath him, unable to keep herself still. She was thrusting, urging him on. Desperate.
And then that wicked tongue of his licked into her. Filled her.Dear God, it was too much. The desire burning inside her heightened. She became aware of every new sensation. The abrasion of his whiskers on her tender flesh. The steady thrust of his tongue inside her again and again. The vibration of his moan of appreciation, which she felt everywhere, all at once.
Just when she thought she could not withstand more, he moved back to the bud of her sex, drawing it into his mouth and sucking upon it as he had done to her nipples. And then he sank one long finger inside her. As he had before, he worked in and out of her, but this time it was more.
This time, the pleasure was almost violent.
Because he was alternating between suckling her and lashing her pearl with his tongue. Long, pulsing licks. The electric nip of his teeth. He added a second finger, and when he curled them within her, he found that special place once more, that place she had not known existed.
And everything splintered.
She came undone. The pleasure inside her was so intense, she could not stifle her cry. Her body trembled beneath the rush of her release. He continued the wicked drive of his fingers and the relentless licks of his tongue as the last shudder subsided.
She was boneless. Weightless. Mindless, too.
He rose over her, and she took a moment to admire his virile masculinity. He was bold and beautiful, his chest broad and firm, his abdomen spare and banded with muscle, his flanks strong. From between his legs jutted his cock, long and thick.
She had scarcely glanced over it earlier before he had put an end to their frenzied embrace in the salon. She wanted to feel him again now. To take him in her hand.
So she did.
He was hot and smooth and firm. She stroked over his flesh, gratified when he jerked into her hand and a moan tore from him.
