His hand glides lower over my stomach until it meets the waistband of my lingerie. ‘Want to scream for your bodyguard, or want to scream because you’re coming harder than a hurricane?’ His fingers skim over the lace.
I need them inside it.
I need him inside me.
Yep, my nerves have officially left the building.
‘Kiss me,’ I demand.
His blue eye glint. ‘With fucking pleasure.’ He slides his face lower, pushes my thighs apart and positions himself between my legs.
‘I didn’t mean…’ I trail off as he takes the lace in his teeth and tears it straight from my body. Hungry eyes rove over my sex.
‘Your pussy is fucking perfect, Irish. It’s dripping for me. Weeping for my touch.’ He slides his tongue over my entrance. His eyes remain fixated on mine as his tongue rolls from my slit to my clit, agonisingly slowly. ‘I decide where I’ll kiss you—and when. Make no mistake who’s in charge here.’
He’s so fucking hot.
I love a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it.
I respect that.
And fuck, I need it.
Need his tongue to keep working me like that.
He licks and sucks and moans like he’s devouring his favourite dessert. I reach for his hair, running my fingers through the cropped blonde mass. Deft hands dart out, wrapping around each of my wrists and pinning my arms to the bed. I struggle against his grip to test his resolve, but it’s futile; he’s so strong. Fire dances in his eyes, challenging me to try to move again.
Why would I want to?
I’m being pinned to the bed by a hot stranger who has an exceptionally talented tongue—as well as fingers.
Hot white pleasure builds at the back of my eyelids. Every muscle I own goes taut and rigid, and I swear I feel his smile against my sex a split second before the world as I know it explodes right in front of me.
‘Fuck,’ I cry out as pure primal pleasure pulses through every single cell in my body.
He watches avidly as I writhe and shake my way through the most transcendent experience of my life, lapping up every drop of my arousal.
‘You taste divine.’ He swipes his tongue over my centre one more time before crawling up the bed. His erection is bulging inside his boxers. I reach for him but he swats my hand away. ‘What part of I’m in charge didn’t you get?’
‘I want to taste you.’ The mere prospect makes my mouth water.
‘AndIwant to bury myself in your tight little cunt.’ His voice is low, rasping with need.
His filthy mouth sets a fresh burst of arousal soaring through my soul. I pat around the bed for the clutch bag I discarded. Finally, I find it, pop it open and hand him the packet of condoms.
‘Such a good girl.’ He takes the square silver foil and tears it open with his teeth, shoving his boxers down his thick thighs.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
His beautiful, thick, long length springs free, and oh my—it is huge.
I was right to be nervous.
I swallow hard.
The man must be a mind reader. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart,’ his voice softens. ‘I’ll take it slowly at first.’ He rolls the condom on. I have no idea what size it is, but I hope to hell it fits.
He nudges my thighs apart with his hips and rests his tip at my entrance. ‘You good?’ he checks.
