“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a tease?”
“Nope.” He plumped her thigh, tugging at the sensitive skin. “I guess I never met anyone worth teasing.”
She looked up, heart pounding, just in time to see him lower his head and lick. She threw her head back, groaning, and let him use her body as he wished. Each intimate kiss propelled her higher. Every time he scratched his fingers along her backside, she lost another shred of control. The sounds she made seemed unfamiliar, animal.
Trent had left her askew. Walking at his side, he’d always made her feel like one of her heels were broken or as if she had toilet paper sticking out from under her skirt. With Michael, she felt beautiful again, treasured. It made no sense considering their short acquaintance, but somehow everything in her world aligned once more. When he touched her, she knew harmony and balance and synchronicity.
Michael pulled away and traced her lips with a finger, a lazy smile on his face. Every time his finger slipped near her clit, she bucked.
“Please. No more.” It was too much and not enough.
“You think I’m done?” He slipped his finger into her core, but only as far as his knuckle. With ease, he withdrew it, only to insert it again. “I’m just taking a moment to savor your taste. By the time I’m done, Em, I’m going to know you better than you know yourself.”
His head bobbed between her legs once more and stayed there. His tongue swept along her seam, teasing her clit, but he never gave her what she wanted. He seemed determined to torment her, to break her. Although Emily scooted closer, thrusting against him, he avoided direct pressure on her clit.
She was ready to cry. One well-placed flick would set her off but Michael refused to give it to her. He turned his head and nipped the inside of her thigh.
“Damn you.” She slid her hand toward her pussy, determined to bring herself to completion.
He grabbed her hand and pinned it to her side. “No, Em. I’ll make you come. Don’t you worry. I’m just playing with you.”
“You’re enjoying my pain.”
“From where I’m sitting, yourpainlooks an awful lot like pleasure.” He massaged his hands up her legs, gliding upward from her ankle, kneading every part of her. When he once again drew near to her pussy, his probing thumbs avoided touching her where she needed it. “Do you know how hot you are right now? Your pussy’s pink and plump. Your hips won’t stop moving. I can see your stomach clenching because you don’t know when I’m going to show you mercy.”
“Michael.”
“Do you want mercy?”
Words escaped her. She opened her mouth but no sound emerged.
“I asked you a question. Answer me. Do you want to come?”
“Yes!”
He grinned. “Then come.”
He tapped her sex. It stung in the best of ways and the surge traveled through her, coursing into her toes and fingertips. Michael replaced his fingers with his mouth, drinking her orgasm as if it nourished him. With precision, he suckled at her clit, shaking her body, shaking the bed, and shaking the heavens. The waves undulated, throwing her to shore over and over again, softening to a trickle.
Emily closed her eyes, unable to grapple with the accompanying emotions. She’d had plenty of orgasms in her life. None of them had ever come close to this one.
“Jesus, Em. You’re incredible.”
Once again, he left her at a loss for words.
When her body finally stopped quivering, he reached over to where he’d thrown his jeans. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and produced a condom.
“You thought of everything.” Was that bark really her voice?
“Believe me. I’ve thought of nothing else.” In quick order, he tore the package open and sheathed himself. “Turn over, Emily.”
“I can’t move.”
“You will.”
A gentleman by day, a tyrant in bed. She liked that.
He rolled her onto all fours. She sucked in a breath when he massaged her bottom.
