Then his mouth is on my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone, and I lose the ability to argue. My head falls back, giving him access, and a moan escapes me as his lips find that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
His hands slide the dress the rest of the way down, and I kick it free, left in nothing but lace and trembling anticipation. He lays me back against the pillows, hovering over me, and the weight of his gaze is almost as tangible as his touch.
"I want to memorize every inch of you," he says, voice low and reverent. "Want to know what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you scream my name."
"Then stop talking and start learning."
His grin is wicked as he dips his head, pressing a kiss to the hollow of my throat. Then lower, to the spot above my heart, then lower still, between my breasts.
His mouth finds the swell of my breast, and I arch into him, desperate for more contact. His lips are soft against my skin, a contrast to the rough scrape of his stubble that leaves trails of fire in its wake. He traces the curve of my breast with his tongue, circling closer and closer to the peak but never quite reaching it.
"Breaker," I gasp, fingers threading through his dark hair. "Please."
He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending shivers cascading through me. "Patience, Sparrow."
But patience is the last thing I have. Not when his breath is hot against my nipple, not when every nerve ending in my body is screaming for his touch. I tug at his hair, trying to guide him where I need him most, and he finally closes his lips around the aching peak.
The sensation is electric. My back bows off the bed as he sucks gently, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud. A moan tears from my throat, raw and needy, and I feel him smile against my breast before he increases the pressure.
He worships me with his mouth, alternating between soft licks and firm sucks, teasing me until I'm writhing beneath him. His hand comes up to cup my other breast, thumb brushingover the neglected nipple, and the dual stimulation sends sparks shooting straight to my core.
"So responsive," he murmurs, switching his attention to the other breast. "So fucking beautiful when you fall apart."
I can't form words. Can only feel. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, his tongue tracing patterns against my sensitive flesh that make my vision blur at the edges. He scrapes his teeth lightly over my nipple, and I cry out, hips bucking involuntarily against him.
The ache between my thighs has become unbearable, a hollow emptiness that demands to be filled. I'm so wet I can feel it slicking my inner thighs, and every pull of his mouth on my breast sends another wave of arousal crashing through me.
"More," I beg, the word barely coherent. "I need… Breaker, please…"
He lifts his head, eyes dark with desire, lips swollen and glistening. The sight of this powerful, dangerous man looking at me like I'm the only thing in his universe undoes something inside me.
I don't think. I just act.
My hands find his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and I push. Guide him down my body with a desperation I've never felt before. He goes willingly, pressing kisses to my ribs, my stomach, the dip of my navel, each one stoking the fire burning in my veins.
When he reaches the edge of my lace underwear, he pauses, looking up at me through dark lashes. The question in his eyes is clear, even without words.
"Yes," I breathe. “Yes. I want it. I need your mouth. I need your tongue.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs.
Then he gives me what I need.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. The lace catches on my ankles, and he tosses it somewhere into the shadows without looking, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he settles between my thighs, shoulders spreading them wide, and the first brush of his breath against my center makes my whole body clench in anticipation.
"So wet," he rasps, and the raw hunger in his voice makes me throb. "All this for me?"
"All for you," I manage, voice breaking. "Only you."
He groans, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh, and then his tongue sweeps through my folds in one long, devastating stroke.
I shatter.
Not an orgasm. No, not yet, but something inside me breaks open at the intimacy of it, at the way he's looking at me like I'm worth savoring. My hands fist in his hair, holding on as he explores me with slow, deliberate licks that map every inch of my arousal.
"You taste like heaven," he murmurs against me, and I feel the words more than hear them. "Could spend hours here. Days."
"Breaker. Oh fuck, Breaker…" His name comes out strangled as his tongue circles my clit, teasing but never quite giving me what I need. "Please, I can't…"
