“Easy.” His breath was hot against her nipple. His tongue was hotter when he flicked it out to tease the tip. “Trust me, okay? I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I do trust you, she thought.For whatever reason, I trust you completely.
She nodded her agreement, and he focused his whole attention—and his entire mouth—on her breasts. He knew precisely what to do. How to suck, how to flick his tongue, how to nibble with his lips to delight her and have her blood pooling hot and heavy in her sex.
She fully gave herself over to him. Fully allowed herself to do nothing but passively participate in the pleasure he pressed on her body as, true to his word, he slowly undressed her and kissed and nibbled and sucked on every new inch of flesh as he uncovered it.
By the time she was fully naked, no part of her had been left unexplored. From her earlobes to her belly button, from the backs of her knees to the turn of her ankles, he’d used his hands and mouth to map her body.
Well, there’sonepart he hasn’t explored,she thought a little desperately.
It was the part that ached the most, the part that needed attention the most.
The man was a tease. Wonderfully, terribly deliberate in how he went about her seduction. So that now, every single one of her nerve endings thrummed with lust. And he had but to skate the tips of his fingers along her skin and sparks of utter delight would go shooting through her entire system.
She could feel the heat of his body along her side. Feel the branding pulse of his hot, heavy cock against her hip.
Shesowanted to wrap her fingers around him, feel him throb in her palm while she ran her thumb over his tip to catch the drop of desire that would bead there. But anytime she tried, he scolded her and repositioned her hands above her head, holding her captive and forcing her to submit to his relentless assault.
The anticipation of what was to come had her teetering on the edge. She was desperate for the fall. And when he finally,finallycupped his hand against her sex, a soft, broken sound escaped her throat.
It wasn’t a sigh. It wasn’t a moan or a panting gasp. Somehow, it was a mixture of all three.
“Is this what you want?” His words were low and hot as they swirled in her ear. “You want me to rub this pretty pussy until you scream?”
Jesus.
Dominantanddirty talking? Sergeant Britt Rollins was a fantasy come true. A brooding romance novel hero in real life. Every woman’s wet dream in biker boots and Marvel T-shirts.
“Please,” she rasped, pumping her hips in a desperate bid to force him to give her the friction she needed. “Please, touch me, Britt.”
A low rumble of approval sounded in his chest. “Then open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you looking at me when I make you cum for the first time.”
Her eyelids felt weighted by anchors. But she managed to crack them open and find him looming over her. There was satisfaction in his face. Satisfaction and hunger unlike anything she’d seen before.
Daring to reach for him, she was delighted when he didn’t stop her from cupping a hand against the beard on his jaw. Nor did he stop her when she used her other hand to tangle in his hair.
“I want you so much,” she told him boldly. “I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone.”
“Good,” was all he said before allowing her to pull his mouth to hers.
There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed her then. It was raw and desperate. A claim as much as a kiss.
She met him with equal fervor, her own hunger fully unleashed.
And then he did it.Finally.He slipped his fingers between her folds and unerringly found the bundle of nerves that needed his touch the most.
She hissed. She was so sensitive; the pleasure was painful.
“So hot,” he hummed against her lips. “So wet.”
And then neither of them spoke for long moments as he reclaimed her mouth and expertly worked her with his fingers. He set up a remarkable, maddening rhythm, alternating gently rubbing her greedy clit and then slipping his fingers inside her, stroking her in a lazy come-hither motion that soon had her mewling mindlessly while her hips bucked and begged for more.
Time and time again he pushed her close to the edge only to slow down and back her away from it. Time and time again, her womb coiled on the brink of release and then ached in misery when he didn’t give it to her.
“Britt! Please!” she pleaded, her eyes open but sightless.
“All right then,” he growled into her mouth while expertly stroking her. “Cum for me.”
