If the thing had a mouth, it would’ve cried out its disappointment.
She shook her head. He didn’t know if that meant she didn’t care where he began or if it meant she’d lost the ability to speak.
Either way, he figured he couldn’t go wrong. “Dealer’s choice then,” he growled approvingly.
The bottle of baby oil was upended one more time. And the moment he had his hands nice and lubricated, he began the process of learning each newly exposed inch of her.
This time he started at her ankles and slowly made his way up her legs. Her muscles were lithe and strong. Her skin was hot and silky. And once he’d worked out all the tension in her thighs, ever-so-close to her sex without ever touching it, he once again skipped over the part of her theybothwanted him to explore.
She whimpered and the soft, sensual sound made his stomach muscles tighten. When she pumped her hips invitingly, it took every ounce of self-control he had left not to rip down his zipper and free his raging cock.
He felt his blood rushing close to the surface of his skin as he slowly moved his hands from her belly to her rib cage. And when he finally,finallycupped her glorious breasts, his hands were shaking from having to hold himself back.
Her pale skin turned shiny with oil as he plumped and kneaded and caressed. Truly, the woman had a rack like a 50’s pinup. But he was careful to avoid her nipples and simply tease close by them. Drawing out her pleasure. Building her anticipation. And loving the way her breath caught each time he got close to the pearled peaks before backing away.
“Touch me, Hunter,” she eventually begged. “Please. I need to feel your hands on me.”
“My hands have been all over you, woman.”
“Not in the places I want.” Passion had two red flags flying high in her cheeks.
“No?” He quirked a teasing brow. “Which places have I missed?”
He was pushing her. Testing her to see if she’d say the words. And, because she was Grace—A blunt instrument? Is that what she called herself?—she didn’t disappoint.
“I want you to touch my nipples. I want you to touch my pussy.” She lowered her chin. When their gazes collided, his breath caught at the untamed lust burning in her eyes. “I want you to make me cum until I scream your name.”
“Fuck me.” The words wheezed out of him and her upside-down mouth curved into a vixen’s smile.
“Yes.” She nodded. “And then Idefinitelywant to do that.”
20
Grace couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering shut when Hunter finally,finallyrubbed the callused pads of his thumbs over her straining nipples.
He’d so thoroughly seduced her with his touch that when he gently flicked the pearled tips, she nearly came. Truly, her inner muscles flexed so hard she was amazed when shedidn’tfly over the edge of ecstasy.
“You have the most amazing breasts.” His voice was so low and rumbly she barely heard it. “And I’m going to kiss them and suck on them until you tell me to stop.”
What she wanted to say was she was past the point of words. But since shewaspast the point of words, all she could do was nod her head in encouragement.
“Easy,” he whispered and she realized he’d leaned down because she felt his hot breath bathe her right nipple. “Just relax and let me…”
He didn’t finish. She knew why when his warm, wet mouth closed over her sensitive peak.
He sucked it to the roof of his mouth as he used his thumb to flick her opposite nipple. She was instantly overwhelmed by a symphony of erotic sensation.
Every suck, every tug seemed to echo from her breasts into her aching sex. And had he not spent an eternity driving her wild, the suction of his mouth might’ve been too intense. Because hehadworked her into a feverish frenzy, it feltjust right.
So right that when he flicked the ruched tip with his tongue, she could feel herself hurtling at breakneck speed toward orgasm.
She squeezed her thighs together, clenched her inner muscles hard. But either he was a mind reader, or he was experienced enough to know what she was doing. Because her nipple popped free of his mouth at the same time he stopped stimulating her opposite breast.
She grumbled her displeasure. Then gasped when, a split second later, he had both hands between her knees, pulling them apart.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded. “Not so fast. When you cum, it’s going to be with my fingers inside you. When your sweet pussy convulses and melts, I want to feel every moment of it.”
“Lord have mercy,” she breathed.
