“Trust me,” he said, glancing up at her. “Relax, but don’t close your eyes. I want you to see how much I’m going to enjoy making you come.” He caressed her inner thigh. Smiled at her quiver. “Just tell me when.”
Her pupils were dilated, her mouth open and moist. Long seconds dragged by, and when she finally spoke, his blood boiled. It churned and filled up his body with the kind of need that hurt.
It was one word. Simple. Direct.
“When.”
Chapter Twelve
Light shone through Faith’s bedroom window, spilling gold across the floor, while a soft breeze brought with it the smell of honeysuckle. Long curtains swayed like fans, moving the scent around the room, and she rolled over, no doubt a silly smile on her face as she blushed and thought back to the night before.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
“God,” she whispered to herself and slammed her eyes shut. She burrowed deep into her pillow, embarrassed. Elated. Confused. It was silly. She was alone. Gus couldn’t see, so why was she acting like a complete idiot?
You know why, she chided herself.
Gus David had done all of the things she’d only ever read about to herwith his tongue, and then he’d kissed her so deeply she could taste herself on his lips. It had been the hottest experience of her life.
Then he’d left, disappearing into the night like a secret lothario and she would have paid a fortune for him to come back to her. For him to do all those things again. But she didn’t know how to ask for the things she wanted. At least, not yet.
“Oh boy,” she muttered.
She was in trouble.
A smile tugged at her, and she bit her bottom lip, her mind flooding with images and words and desire as she thought back to the night before.
Just tell me when, he’d said.
Faith groaned and reached between her legs, eyes closed as she remembered.
“When.”
His touch was soft at first, his fingers gently moving her legs apart so he had room. It was hard for Faith to let go. To let this man, she’d only known a short time get this close tothe pieces of her she’d never shared before. Declan had never ventured this far south, and she’d never asked him to. With Declan, she’d been a participant but never one to explore. To ask. To want more.
Gus’s breath was hot against her skin, and her first instinct was to look away, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Watch me,” he commanded, hands on her thighs, a wicked smile on his face. Then he lowered himself, and she held her breath, shivering in anticipation and fear and—
Holy. Hell.
The feel of his hot, wet mouth on herdown therewas unlike anything she’d felt before. Gus didn’t go softly. He didn’t advance at a slow pace. This guy wasn’t playing around. He plunged forward, using his tongue, his fingers, and his teeth to bring her to the brink in less time than it took for him to undress her.
And then he did it again. He spoke words. Said dirty things that made her blush and squirm and buck and yield. He used his finger in some magical maneuver that saw her nearly break in two, finding some sweet spot deep inside her body that electrified as it pulled back like an elastic band stretched thin . . . and then when she thought she was going to pass out, it let go.
She cried out so loud that Taco whined and retreated to her bedroom. Her hands found themselves deep into the thick waves on Gus’s head, and she held him there, moving against him as he continued to kiss and tug and nip and caress. Until the band that had shattered inside her began to build again. Faith felt as if there was an electric current inside her, balled up ready to explode.
And explode it did.
Three more times.
When he was done with her, Gus slowly kissed his way back up her body and claimed her mouth in the kind of kiss a girl dreamed of. It was gentle. Urgent. Soothing.Possessive.It was everything. Big. Overwhelming. And when it finally ended, she was as pliant as a rag doll; embarrassed at the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
He didn’t say a word. Gus picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where she assumed they were going to have sex in the traditional sense. She was excited by the thought because if he could bring her to the brink with his mouth and make her explode, what kind of mayhem could he elicit when he was inside her?
But Gus surprised her. He laid her on the bed. Made no effort to hide the massive erection visible in his jeans. He dropped one last kiss to her face and stepped back, a slight wince marring his perfect face.
“What are you . . .” she began, but her vocal cords didn’t seem to be working. She cleared her throat and took a moment. “What are you doing?”
