“You’ve been touching me.” And a little more.
“That was before.”
She threaded her fingers through his and lifted, bringing his hand to her breast. He squeezed, and she gasped. “Do that again.”
A wicked smile curled the corner of his mouth as he took her nipple between forefinger and thumb. “Your wish is my command.”
He squeezed again, and—oh—that felt even better.
“Where else would you like me to touch you?” he asked.
He knew where she wanted to be touched, but she’d started this game and he wanted to play, her way.
“I…I…”
Oh, could she speak her desires aloud?
Was she so shameless?
“I want you to place your mouthon my breast.”
She was.
A laugh rumbled deep in his chest. As he squeezed one nipple with his fingers, he took the other with his mouth. “Oooh,” poured from her in a long, sensuous groan. Sensation, wild and glorious, soared through her as he suckled, nipped, swirled his tongue and flicked it against her.
And she’d thought his hands were talented.
She squeezed her thighs together, for the sensation that fizzed through her had settled there—in the secret place only she knew.
His head tipped back. “Is there anywhere else you would like me to touch you?”
She nearly whimpered. His words touchedthatplace.
Could she do it? Could she guide his hand there?
How badly did she want it?
How badly did sheneedit?
She took the hand clutched at her waist and led it, down…across the flat of her stomach…down the dark curls of her mons pubis, his long, masculine fingers inciting a blaze of heat along her skin.
Though she ached—throbbed—for more of his touch—there—she stopped, of a sudden uncertain.
He seemed to understand. His gaze met hers. “Place your knee on my thigh,” he said, his voice a gravelly rasp.
She did as he instructed, and his thumb slid along the slit of her sex. “So wet,” he murmured against her belly, trailing kisses there.
Her eyes shut, and her head arced back. The only place she existed in the world were the places he touched—the indent of her waist…the flat of her belly…a hard, sensitive nipple…her quim. His thumb pressed against a nub that came alive with instant sensation. She gasped, and her knee involuntarily opened wider. She needed more of his touch—there. Another of his clever fingers moved along her slit and then—oh—entered her, even as his thumb continued touchingher.
“Oh,” she gasped, as he began stroking in and out of her, his longfinger thick and so talented. The very essence of her being was condensed into this one place, even as she felt suspended above it.
Of their own will, her hips began to move, creating a rhythm with him. A feeling tensed inside her and held her in its grip. A tension unlike any she’d ever experienced, that insisted she abandon herself to the pleasure he offered.
This feeling was a promise. The promise of an end, her body understood that. If only she could find the way.
But this man, the one who had taken her body in hand, he knew how to get her there.
The tension tightened its grasp, and the breath caught in her throat as she felt suspended between two worlds—that of the physical and another place that taunted and teased just out of reach, as she balanced on the edge of the unknown until…
