He smiled and released her taut nipple. “I said not to move.”
The growl of frustration from her widened his smile. He moved to the other breast, licking and nipping, enjoying the trembling of her thighs on either side of his hips. He couldn’t help but press his aching cock against her core. Electricity burned him, pleasure cut him, nearly making his eyes roll back in his head.
Her fingers curled over his shoulders, and she dragged her nails down his chest.
The bite was soft but the impact deep. Need rioted through him. He grasped her hands and laid them carefully on the bed. “Keep still. No touching.” He had no clue what would tear the stitches, and he wasn’t sure he could stay in control if she touched him. He’d be inside her before he could blink, and that couldn’t happen. Not after the night they’d had and not until she knew what she wanted.
“Denver, please,” she whispered.
He licked beneath her breasts, sliding his other hand down to her shorts and pulling them down. Then he ticked his fingers across her panties, nipping her rib cage at the same time. She jumped against him and he chuckled. Then he maneuvered farther down, kissing her abdomen as it undulated beneath his mouth. Somebody had been working out. She’d been perfect before, but he could feel new muscles. Had she turned to exercise to rid her body of need . . . like he had? Had he filled her mind like she’d filled his?
He snapped the sides of the panties in two.
She jerked. “Denver! I have only two spare pairs.”
Oops. He’d have to hit a store for her. “Sorry.” To distract her, he slid his fingers across her, feeling wetness and heat. Oh God, she was fucking perfect. She trembled again, holding her breath. He closed his eyes and sank two fingers deep into her warmth. Her body clenched around his fingers, and she was beyond tight.
The helpless sound she made caught him around the heart and held fast. Her hands clenched on the sheets, but she didn’t try to touch him. “You’re being very good, Noni,” he murmured, sliding farther down and placing a kiss on the top of her mound.
Her entire body shuddered beneath him.
God, he’d missed her. He stretched his fingers inside her, and she gasped. The musky scent of her desire drugged him, and he let himself just feel. Just for the moment.
He slid his fingers free, and she gave a moan of protest. Then he spread her open for him. “Look at me,” he said, his voice gritty.
She tilted her head and looked down, those black eyes pools of need.
Keeping her gaze, he dipped his head and licked her. She gasped and trembled. He did it again, and he could swear her eyes glassed over. The taste of her was better than any other on earth. Why had he wasted hours drinking bourbon when this treat was within his reach? How had he left her? The questions bombarded him, so he quelled them the only way he knew how.
He tasted her again.
She groaned and blinked rapidly, fighting something inside her head. “Denver.”
He paused, letting his breath heat her clit. “Nothing happens you don’t want.” If she told him to stop, it’d kill him, but he’d do it. He pressed his tongue right on her clit and swirled it. “Let me make you feel good.”
The taste of her was destroying him, and he didn’t care.
Her head fell back on the pillow. “I missed you so much.”
The words slammed into him, filling his chest. Filling all of him. He licked her again. “I missed you, too.”
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her entire body rigid.
He never wanted to stop. He focused on the prize, lashing her clit until she mewed like a little kitten. Waiting until she exhaled, he pressed two fingers back inside her, nearly chuckling when she gasped in air again. Then he bit her thigh. Not hard enough to bruise, but she’d wear his mark the next day. Too much satisfaction filled him at that thought.
Then he lost himself again with her. Nipping and licking, twisting and touching. Her legs clamped to his shoulders, she stiffened, moaning his name.
That sound. He’d never in his life forget the sound of his name on her lips. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she detonated. Waves crashed through her, and her hands clamped onto his shoulders. He licked her until she came down with a soft whimper. Then he levered up, kissing his way to her neck.
Her eyelids opened, her gaze lazy. “I missed that when you left.”
“So did I,” he said, kissing her gently before turning her onto her good shoulder and away from him. Her sweetness and honesty flayed him through. “Sleep. Now.”
His body rioted, but he’d find relief later by himself. For now, he’d offer comfort and warmth.
“What about you?” she mumbled.
This was more than he deserved. Holding her, keeping her safe—that was all he needed. “Sleep,” he whispered.
