The man had the most delicious mouth. His breath was hot and sultry, like a summer night. And his taste? Oh, it was intoxicating. Salty and sweet and potent, like buttered bourbon. She wanted to drink from him until she was drunk.
She alreadyfeltdrunk. Or maybedruggedwas a better word for it.
Her limbs were heavy. Her mind was fuzzy. But at the same time, she was keenly aware of every inch of her flesh. Aware of how her arms tingled. How her legs prickled. How the flannel of the pajamas rubbed across her hard nipples with a painful pleasure.
All of it was because of him. All the lazy stupor and the heightened senses. They were a product of his touch and his kisses. Of the wicked wantonness of his words and the unquestioning truth that he planned to make all her fantasies into reality.
He towered above her, every inch of him a study in strength and masculine beauty. His dark hair was unruly—as usual—the thick waves framing the angles of his face and his cowlick sticking up straight to soften his otherwise stern countenance. His close-cut beard followed the hard lines of his jaw.
And his eyes?
My god.I’ve never seen eyes like his.
They were deep, endless pools. She wanted to drown in them.
Whatever happened after this night was inconsequential. Becausethisnight was everything.Thisnight was going to show her what true passion was, what true chemistry was. And that would be enough.
I’ll make it be enough.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” Her voice was deep with desire. “Or are you going to join me down here so I can get my hands on you again?” The smile she gave him was intentionally coquettish. She let her eyes drop to the hard ridge pressing against the gray cotton of his sweatpants. “And so I can get mymouthon you,” she added with a practiced purr.
His rigid cock flexed, stretching the fabric tight and giving her a perfect view of his shape and dimensions. Her throat went desert dry at the same time a rush of wetness slicked between her thighs.
He was…not a small man.
“Oh, I’m very much looking forward to the time you get your hands and mouth on me.” His gaze roamed down her body and stopped at the junction of her legs. His eyes narrowed as if he knew how wet she was. His nostrils flare as if he could smell her desire. “But before that happens, I plan to undress you slowly. To lick and suck and kiss every inch of your skin as I uncover it.”
Despite the warmth of the fire and the hotness of her blood, goosebumps peppered her skin.
He reached over his head, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and peeled the cotton away from his body in one practiced move.
She gasped at his beauty, at the shadows that danced across his tan skin, accentuating the ridges of muscle beneath. The black ink of the eagle feather tattoo on his forearm stood out in sharp relief and she wanted to ask after it, ask what it represented because she’d noted many of the men who worked at Black Knights Inc. sported a similar tattoo. She was distracted from her question, however, when he bent at the waist and pulled off his sweatpants.
He stood to his full height then, and he was…
Nude.
Holy shit, Sergeant Britt Rollins was nude.
And, suddenly,beautifuldidn’t begin to describe him. It didn’t capture the breadth of his shoulders or the narrowness of his hips. It didn’t encapsulate the sheermanlinessof his form. And it didn’t begin to cover how nervous she felt once she got a good, long look at what she’d be working with.
Emphasis ongoodandlong, she thought a little hysterically.
His cock was so hard it thrust from his body at an angle that defied gravity. The shaft was heaviest in the middle. Thick veins snarled up his length, turgid and pulsing. And his plump head was so engorged the skin covering it was shiny.
“G-good lord,” she breathed, and then swallowed convulsively.
When he reached down and unabashedly gave himself a single stroke, the desire that slammed into her was a tangible force. It made her blood flow like fire and her skin tingle like it was kissed by Fourth of July sparklers.
“This is what you do to me.” His eyes were penetrating.
A flutter of uncertainty twisted in her stomach. But it was quickly drowned out by the waves of lust and anticipation that washed over her.
Sitting up, she automatically reached for the rigid column of flesh that protruded so proudly and begged so unabashedly for her attention. But she stopped when he shook his head. “Not yet.”
She glanced up and found his bearded jaw set at a hard angle. His chest worked over harsh breaths. And his gaze was hot and unwavering.
“Why not?” Her fingers itched to touch that rigid length of silk-covered steel. She knew the flesh would be burning hot.
