With a soft slide, her pajama bottoms fell to the floor and cool air touched her naked thighs. Propping herself up on her elbows, chest rising and falling hard and fast, she locked gazes with him. Staring straight into her soul, he slid her panties aside and lightly blew.
Ohmygod.Liquid heat poured through her like lava and unrelenting need made her body twist. He pushed her legs further apart and focused on her most intimate area. Unable to look away, she watched him lick a path from her entrance to her clit.
Mother of God!Everything in her lit up and she collapsed back on the counter. He did not hesitate or hold back. Not one little bit. With eager licks and flicks of his tongue, he tasted everywhere, and her pleasure began to build.
And she still had her panties on. Well, half on, anyway. His thumb rubbed slow circles around her clit while his tongue kept up its steady ministrations, doing the most deliciously wicked things.
When her thighs started trembling, her release bearing down on her with a fierce force, he finally yanked the panties off. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he sucked her clit into his mouth and feasted like a king.
“Jayson!” Sensations flooded her, causing her pussy to pulse. A long, thick finger slid inside her and she squeezed around it. It was becoming all too much, and she felt herself falling over the edge. A moment later, her cry echoed throughout the kitchen as she came hard. Her thighs clamped around his head as he slowly brought her down from the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had.
Ian had never gone down on her, claiming he hated the way she tasted. Hear that enough and it doesn’t take long to give a girl a complex. She’d become hyper-aware of everything belowthe belt, using feminine wipes obsessively and eating boatloads of pineapple. She even went so far as to research different types of waxes and panties. Yep, he’d done a number on her confidence, and nothing she did changed his mind or claim.
Of course, he’d always wanted blowjobs. When he refused to return the favor, she’d stopped. But Jayson had just eaten her out like he was trying to clear a Las Vegas buffet, so she couldn’t taste that bad, right?
“Fuck, you taste good,” he declared, lowering her legs. Easing the doubts that plagued her. He stood up and licked his glistening lips. She blushed furiously at how wet his face looked, and then even more when he grabbed a dish towel and wiped it clean.
Swallowing hard, she pushed up on her elbows and closed her legs, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. He seemed to read her sudden unease and laid his hands on her knees, lightly circling his fingers on her skin.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking concerned. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”
“No! God, no.” Sitting all the way up, she ran a hand through her hair. “It’s just…” Her voice trailed off and she frowned.
“Just what?”
She cleared her throat. “The last guy I dated refused to go down on me. Because, um, he said I didn’t taste good.”Oh, God, kill me now.Humiliation battered through her like a pinball on steroids.
An unreadable look passed over his face before his eyes flashed green fire. “You taste sweet as sugar,” he rasped. Before she could respond, he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. Making her taste herself. “See?” His breath whispered against her lips. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Um, thanks?She had no idea what to say to that. But, yeah, he just gave her self-esteem an incredible boost.
“And whatever asshole you dated didn’t deserve you,” he continued. “Anyone with half a brain would realize how lucky he was to have you. If this sweet pussy were mine…” He placed a possessive hand between her legs, the green in his eyes melting back into gold. “If it belonged to me…” He dipped the very tip of his finger inside her. Teasing. “I would kiss it, lick it, worship it every single day.”
If I were his, I’d let him.
And for a brief moment, a beautiful thought took shape in her mind. What would it be like to belong to a man like Jayson Knight?
Chapter twelve
Jayson hated hearing that Sabrina had dated an asshole who hadn’t appreciated her. At the same time, it allowed him to show her she deserved so much better. She deserved to be treated like a damn queen, and he planned to do exactly that. Starting now.
Scooping her up into his arms, he turned the oven off and headed straight for his bedroom.
“What about your cake?” she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Later,” he grunted, heading up the stairs. “You can be my dessert right now.”
“Ohhh.” He could feel her smile against his neck. “Well, if you insist.”
“I insist on giving you a night you’ll never forget.”
She pulled back, looking up at him. “That’s a bold statement, Mr. Knight.”
“It’s a fact, Special Agent Ross.” He reached the top of the stairs, and the way she began to nibble her lower lip, staringat him with those sexy fuck-me eyes, made his dick stand at attention. It also made walking down the hall, well…hard.
By the time he turned into his room, the only thought flashing through his mind wasfinally!His dry streak was about to end, and he hadn’t been forced to go online and date Joan Miller, lovely cougar that she was. No, somehow the stars aligned and now he was about to devour his gorgeous neighbor.
As he tossed Sabrina on the bed, taking a moment to admire her, he remembered the sunflower painting he’d noticed in her living room. Like the flower, she possessed a bright and cheerful soul. He’d been consumed in gloom lately, and her sunny disposition was exactly what he needed to shake the clouds.
