He wanted to take even a fraction of the load for her. By controlling even a little of her experience, he hoped it would be like a pressure release valve.
“I could control you if I wanted to,” she purred, but she made no effort to do so and simply relaxed back on the pillows, her eyes coming closed as he edged his way between her legs.
He could already scent the sweetness of her desire, heady and powerful. He pushed her legs wider and her outer lips parted, revealing her slick opening. He swept a finger across her and she moaned.
“You probably could,” he agreed softly. “But today you won’t.”
“Mmm” was her only response, and he smiled as he lowered his head and licked her.
He loved her flavor. That heady sweet and saltiness of her sex was better than any wine. He wanted to memorize all of its notes, all of its expressions. Savor it like a dying man’s last meal.
Perhaps it would be. The party was coming to a close in a few days. Whatever his worries about her role as the Fox, this would end. They would end.
“Selina,” he breathed against her, pushing everything else aside and diving into pleasuring her. Because in that moment, he felt too desperate to do anything else.
Chapter 17
Selina felt the shift in Derrick as he began to lick her in earnest. Where when they started he’d been slow and steady, in no rush, now there was a purpose to the way he stroked her with his tongue. Something had changed, but her mind was too blurred by pleasure to figure out what. He swirled his tongue around her clitoris with the perfect pressure, and the effect sizzled through her entire body. She was weightless and boneless, rendered helpless by his mouth on her, his fingers sliding into her sheath and pumping as he sucked her. Harder and harder, faster and faster as she lifted her hips into him.
The orgasm came hard and heavy and fast, washing over her, stealing her breath. She covered her mouth with her hand, crying out against it as the waves continued to wash over her like a never-ending sea. Her entire body shook when he finally released her and made a lazy trail back up her body to kiss her. She tasted her release on his tongue, warm and sweet, and it made her sex twitch all over again, needing more than just his mouth to be satisfied.
But he seemed in no hurry, just as he’d promised earlier. He simply kissed her, his arms coming around her, tucking her into his still fully clothed body. She arched a leg around his hip, grinding against him as the kiss deepened.
He chuckled and pulled back, his handsome face just inches from her own. “You are unstoppable.”
“A force to be reckoned with,” she whispered back with a smile, her first real one since she confessed her past to him.
“I hope that never changes,” he said, kissing her nose before he got up and left her in her bed.
She sat up in a jolt. “You’re not leaving?”
His eyebrows lifted as he turned back toward her. He motioned to the hard line of his cock, pushing insistently against his trouser front. “You think I could? No, I’m just going to divest myself of my clothing before I finish what we started.”
Her eyes went wide and she settled back on the pillows. “Show me. Undressforme.”
His stare grew more focused and then he laughed, that sound another tug both to her heart and between her legs. “Unstoppable,” he repeated.
But he didn’t deny her. He reached up and slowly untied his cravat. Unwinding the fabric as he maintained eye contact with her. He dropped it away and pushed his jacket to the floor next. He took his time with his shirt, unbuttoning every button with a seductive flare.
Her breath caught as he tugged the linen from his waistband and slowly pulled the shirt over his head. His stomach muscles flexed with the effort, revealing fascinating lines of his body that she’d never seen on any other man she’d bedded. She inched to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed so she could explore further. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gliding over the toned flesh, tracing her nails over the ridges, into the valleys. He watched her as she did it, gaze focused on her face rather than her hands.
She leaned in and brushed her cheek against his stomach, turning to press her lips to the exposed skin. He touched her hair, his fingers clenching against her scalp like they had when she took his cock in her mouth. She licked him, tracing the muscle, loving how it contracted against her tongue when his breath shortened.
“What were you saying about not letting me be in control?” she murmured against his flesh as she looked up into his face.
He was smiling and her breath caught. How could one man be so beautiful? So perfect in form? But better than that, how could he have such honor? Be so kind? So intelligent? She’d never imagined such a man could exist, let alone could walk into her life.
Of course, he was there to destroy her, whether he knew it or not. And that was why this was all hopeless. That was why she couldn’t let the skip of her heart lead her down foolish trails.
She could fuck this man. Nothing more.
“If you want control, then direct me, Selina,” he said, placing a finger beneath her chin and tilting her face up for a kiss. “I’m at your command.”
Her breath quickened at that idea. Derrick had always been so forceful when he took her. Always in command, always drawing her where he wanted her to be. She loved that. Loved every powerful, passionate moment of it. But the concept that she could do the same to him?
That was magic.
She pointed to the settee before the fire. “Take off the rest,” she said evenly, “and sit there. Better yet, sprawl there like you men like to do, looking all dark and dangerous.”
