“Do you want me to make you come?” Cass rasped.
Yes, please. She nodded.
“Good. Then you take everything I give you.” His mouth went back to her. Merciless. Demanding. He stroked her with his tongue. He sucked her clit. Cass had her shaking, crying out, and arching toward him. One big finger worked into her. Then another. He kept licking. Tasting. Taking.
She shattered apart for him. Her hips pressed to his mouth. Her hands fisted in the bedding, and she came on a long, hard wave of release that left her thighs quivering and her whole body feeling as if it had just broken into a thousand pieces.
He kept licking her. “So sweet…”
Aftershocks rolled through Agnes.
His head slowly lifted. “Now that you’re ready for me, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
She’d have to catch her breath before she could scream. And that was gonna be very hard due to the way that she was panting like crazy.
“The sexy top has to go, sweetness.”
Now she was sweetness? Hadn’t she been sweetheart a moment ago? Or…FBI Agent Quinn? Maybe even princess once? Yes, yes, she distinctly remembered him calling her?—
“I’ll help.” He yanked the top over her head and tossed it to the floor. His hands slipped beneath her, and a moment later, her bra fell aside, too.
His mouth immediately closed around one tight nipple. He licked. Sucked hard. And her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. His right hand caught her other breast. Plucked the nipple. Teased. Pinched lightly.
Arousal flooded through her. Again.
Especially because…
His left hand had gone back between her thighs. Two fingers were in her. Stretching her. Thrusting. Making her quake.
She was completely out of control. Her body didn’t seem to be her own. She was lost to need and sensation and everything he was doing…More, please. Don’t stop. Do not dare stop.
“Grab the headboard.”
He’d pulled away.
Why had he done that?
She blinked and saw his shadowy form near the side of the bed. He opened the nightstand drawer. Her eyes narrowed, then she realized he was pulling out a condom packet.
This is happening.
He held the packet in his hand. “You aren’t going to forget me anytime soon.”
No, she doubted that she would.
“The headboard,” he ordered. “Lock your hands around it. Hold on tight.”
Um…
She rolled. Scuttled for the headboard. Damn, that probably had looked horribly unsexy. She just wore her skirt, and it was hiked way high at her waist. She should probably ditch the skirt. Quickly, she did. A fast shimmy that left her naked.
Her hands reached out and clamped around the wooden headboard. Her head turned when he climbed on the bed behind her.
He’d stripped completely. She had a fast impression of rippling, powerful muscles. A whole lot of strength. An insane amount of sexiness.
His right hand curled into her hair, twisting it around his grip. Not pulling her hair. Not hurting her. Holding her.
And his other hand smoothed over her ass. “Spread your legs for me.”
