He stopped probing. His eyes closed as she brushed through his hair.
Tension emptied from his face, as if the tips of her fingers delivered infinite pleasure, as if the gentle sweep of her thumbs across his cheekbones was his greatest possible reward.
Then, he angled his head, teasing his lips along her breast’s inner swell until they met—and enclosed—her dark, peaked nipple.
She opened her mouth, mute as overwhelming sensation trapped the air inside her lungs. He seized her upper legs, scraping his rough calloused thumb against her untouched inner thigh. Sound released in a torrent, a long, involuntary, deep-throated moan. This was more than she’d ever imagined. And—he’d been right again—nothing she could control.
He pulled away, his eyes unnervingly unfocused, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed. Awe, if she had to choose a word to describe his expression—as if he’d been stunned and stripped, left frantic and craving and in pain.
“Don’t stop.” She cupped her other breast.
His lip curled into a snarl, and then he gorged.
She hadn’t known.
If she’d even suspected, she’d never have believed.
Breasts? Nipples? No one had ever said they could be instruments of her pleasure. Why, if that were the case, then what else—
His teeth lightly grazed against her skin, and thought vanished altogether.
Her muscles seized. Another moan. His sucking pinch refused to end. She sank her nails into his shoulders, wanting to drag him with her to the edge of pain, but her grip seemed to urge him on. Only when she cried out did he ease the pressure.
Something hot and thick oozed down into the cradle of her thighs.
Tenderly, he teased the spot he’d wounded with his tongue.
“Too much?” he asked, freeing her arms from her dress.
“Never,” she panted. “So. Much.Need.”
“The need you feel?” The mattress groaned under his knee. “I’m dying with it.” His full weight depressed the bed. “I am completely wrecked.”
Akissdidn’t describe what happened next. Somehow, he had her fully caged. His mouth ground over hers as he bore her down into the pillows. They merged—and then merged again—until she was breathless with want. Still, his lips demanded she yield even more.
“I”—his hard cock distended into her pelvis—“ache.”
She did, too…in her nipples and in other parts she couldn’t name. “What can I do to help?”
“What can you do?” His features twisted—half amusement, half despair. “Tiny changeling.” He ran the back of his hand slowly down the side of her face. “Palette of shifting colors.” He moved to cup her chin. “Youcouldsatisfy me…” He traced her mouth with his thumb. “In so many ways.”
He paused at the center of her bottom lip, peeled open her mouth, and inserted his thumb between her lips. His gaze fastened there as if his finger in her mouth was the most arresting thing he could possibly behold.
Whatwashe doing?
Why was she feverish and squirming?
And why in heaven’s name did she have the urge to suck?
He abandoned her mouth and, showing neither modesty nor restraint, raised himself to his knees. He thrust his hips forward, bringing his member inches from her face. She followed a line of soft curls from his manhood up through the indentation to his chest.
“The question is”—his still-damp hair clung to his cheeks—“what doyouwant to do, kitten?”
He was a wide expanse of flesh, a piled plate of sumptuous offerings—she had no idea how to choose.
“I don’t know.” She bit her trembling lip. “I can’t—”
He grasped her wrists and planted her splayed hands against the widest part of his chest. His muscles stretched and rippled beneath her fingers as she roughed one of his nipples, dragged her nails lightly down his torso, and then stopped, one hand on either side of his cock.
