Every part of me aches from his closeness, and I shake as he traces his hand down my bare shoulder and arm, each caress working to ignite a fire under my skin until I’m burning alive.
“Do you want to know where I went after I left your room last night?” he rasps, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. I have to fight the urge to wantonly push up against him. “I went back to my room and jerked off until I was raw, and that didn’t even touch the surface of my need for you.”
My skin, every nerve ending in my body, drums with need for the man set on teasing me.
“I don’t think right around you, Elena. I can’t stop wanting you.”
“Touch me,please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” I say, bringing my fingers to his rugged jaw. “I want you to touch me, Roarke. And please, don’t stop.”
Finally…
Finally, he does as he slides his large calloused hands over my borrowed T-shirt and cups my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. I moan and push into his hands, giving myself to a man I know better than to want, but I can’t help it. My hand winds around his neck, and I lean closer to him, reveling in the firmness of his body.
“Christ, the way you respond to me,” he murmurs, dipping his head to my ear. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I feel the spot between my legs go damp with heat. “I bet your pussy is all wet and creamy for me like it was last night.”
“Yes,” I whimper, dizzy with need.
I whimper when he slides his hand under the T-shirt and between my legs, groaning when he finds me bare, wet with arousal. I’m not wearing panties—I didn’t have any clean ones to put on after my shower earlier.
“Fuck,” he growls, dragging his middle finger between my folds to stroke my clit. I jerk hard against him the second he touches the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His voice is harsh as he circles my clit in slow strokes that send my toes curling.
“Took damn near everything in me not to drag you to the bedroom on that plane and eat your pussy until you quit giving me the silent treatment.”
I whine when he pulls his hand from my aching core, watching under dazed eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. A growl rumbles in his throat as he tastes me on his fingers. “Fuck, baby, are you sure about this?”
I nod. “Yes.”
I’m lifted off the floor the second I utter the words, and his mouth locks onto mine. I moan into the kiss and tighten my grip on his neck, holding tight to him as he carries me to the bed. His need is obvious as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, making me whimper at the intimate contact.
It makes sense now why so many people chase this feeling so hard. Why they choose to abandon all logic and lose themselves in a feeling that is obviously temporary. But now, I’m no different.
My back lands softly on the bed, and I whine when he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck. His mouth is hot, his breath heavy, fanning my skin with his descent. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses against my skin, reaching up and tugging my hand from his neck, gripping it firmly on the bed as he kisses down my throat.
“I shouldn’t want you this much, Elena. You’re a fucking drug to me.”
“I want…Oh God,” I whimper when his mouth skims over my straining breasts, licking my nipples over the T-shirt. When his mouth closes hotly over the peak, my back shoots off the bed. “Roarke…”
“Oh, but I’m only getting started,a chroí.”
The unfamiliar words send a shiver through me, but before I can ask what they mean, he tugs up the T-shirt, and his mouth closes over my left nipple. Whatever question I had dissolves as pleasure storms my body.
The ache in my nipples intensifies as he suckles hotly, and I whimper when he moves to the other, giving it the same treatment.
He trails his mouth down my stomach, his muscles bunching with tension. Those eyes fire up with heat as he slowly nudges my knees apart to reveal my naked pussy. He murmurs something else in that lilting language—words I don't understand but feel in my bones. The reverence in his voice makes my breath catch.
And then his mouth is on me.
My hips shoot off the bed, and I cry out when I feel his tongue drag between my folds. God, it drives all thoughts from my head. The hand on my wrist tightens as he flattens his tongue over my folds and swipes it over my wetness, his groan feral as he devours me.
Whatever little wit I have left in me flees as he tastes me like I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had, groaning into my flesh as he laps my slit over and over again. My head falls back as I feel the pressure in my belly build at lightning speed. But it’s not enough, not for him at least as he lets go of my hand to slide those rough calloused hands under me. He grabs my ass cheeks, squeezing hard as he laps at me, his tongue sliding into my drenched hole..
“God, Roarke!” I sob, legs trembling as he drags his mouth up to suckle my clit, and my eyes roll back. My fingers spear into his hair and grab a handful, panting as I abandon allreasoning and rock against his mouth. “Roarke…oh, yes, feels good. Mmm!”
He growls in response, a deep feral sound in his throat as he worships my body, switching between teasing my folds with his tongue and batting my clit with the tip.
