He exhaled slowly, his hot breath filling the space between her thighs, and need twisted her stomach. Her core fluttered and throbbed.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Then you know what you’re aiming for. But this will be even better,” he promised, with a hint of his usual arrogance.
She didn’t have time to berate him, because he leaned forward and kissed her right there, between her legs. She gave a gasp of shock and caught his hair, not sure whether to push him back or keep him there, but he pushed her thighs wider with his hands andlickedher.
Livvy closed her eyes and lifted her hips. Oh, God. Embarrassment warred with amazement as he gave her several slow licks with the flat of his tongue, then teased the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her sex with sharp little flicks.
“You taste like a goddess,” he growled.
In a sudden move, he caught her thighs and pulled them up and over his shoulders, tugging her bottom closer to the edge of the chair, then leaned close again, feasting on her with his mouth.
Livvy’s eyes rolled back in her skull. She’d touched herself before, alone in her bed, achieving a pleasant kind of shudder, but this, this panting, aching, slippery need that Dev was building was something else entirely. She was slick with desire, wet from his tongue, and she cried out in pleasure as his fingers joined his lips.
Her stomach muscles tensed as he teased the entrance to her body, then pushed his finger in just slightly.
“Dev!” she panted.
He withdrew, then pushed again, deeper this time, stretching her in the most pleasurable way. He glanced up just as shelooked down and their gazes clashed. Her cheeks were burning, but she held his gaze.
“That’s right,” he growled. “Keep looking at me. Watch what we’re doing. God, you’re so perfect.”
He curled his finger, moving slowly inside her, in and out, and the friction was almost perfect. She tilted her chin up and his brows rose with wicked interest as he noted her gasp of pleasure.
“Like that, Liv? Is that what feels good?”
She could barely form a coherent thought; her entire focus was on the insistent rhythm of his hand. Every part of her felt wound tight, like a watch spring. “Yes!”
“Let me see you, then. Take your pleasure, Liv.”
She couldn’t refuse, and he didn’t stop; he continued that teasing, rocking slide even when she grabbed his forearm and dug her nails into his skin. Just when she thought she was going to die from frustration, he leaned up and kissed her, deep, and the combination of his thrusting tongue and his stabbing fingers pushed her over the edge. Pleasure burst over her like a wave, and she felt herself convulsing, squeezing his fingers as ripples of relief swamped her.
When she finally finished shaking, he eased her legs from his shoulders, leaned forward, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“I told you it was going to be good.”
Livvy tried to regulate her erratic breathing. Dear God, was he some sort of magician? She’d thought she was familiar with her own body, but he’d just shown her pleasure she’d previously only glimpsed from afar. The intensity of it was shocking. Addictive.
He sat back on his heels, and she almost laughed at the expression of deep satisfaction on his face. God, he was going to be insufferable now.
With good reason.
She pushed her skirts back down, then sat up and put the top half of her dress to rights, and his expression clouded as she covered herself. His lower lip protruded in what could only be described as a pout. She leaned forward and kissed it.
“’Thank you’ seems rather inadequate, but thank you. That was extraordinary.”
He raised one eyebrow. “So good you want to marry me?”
She bit back a smile at his confidence. “I’m not sure. Was that the best you can do?”
“Not even close,” he smirked.
He pushed himself up and she sent a guilty glance down at the front of his breeches. The bulge of his arousal was evident.
“You haven’t . . . I mean, don’t you want to—?” Livvy winced at her inability to form a coherent sentence. “Is there something I can?—?”
He took pity on her. “Giving you pleasure gavemepleasure,” he smiled. “And there’s no rush. If you want another demonstration of the physical benefits of my offer, then we need to wait for a night when there aren’t a hundred people milling around.” His dark eyes rested on hers, full of promise. “I’m going to take my time.”
