Alex quirked his brow, trying not to smile. “It pleased you?”
She shot him a sharp look. “From your expression, you know very well that it did. You look altogether too pleased with yourself.” Her pretense of seriousness faded under a saucy grin. “But I suppose it is well deserved.”
He brushed aside an errant curl that had tangled in her lashes, grinning. “Your pleasure is mine.”
She returned his smile, but then a curious spark appeared in her eyes. Her gaze traveled over his face, down his body, and lingered appraisingly on his erection. Heat drenched him. Just the weight of her eyes on him made him hot and hard as a damn rock.
What was she thinking with that naughty little glint in her eye?
The smile slid from his face. He knew how quickly her mind worked. His pulse hitched and then broke out in a full race when a slow, sensual grin played across her lips.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said. “I wonder if I can make you beg?”
His whole body tensed, not daring to hope.
She lifted hisleineover his head. The admiration that flooded her gaze would normally make him hot, but he was already on fire, consumed by the sensual promise of her words. Her hands splayed across his chest, running over the ridges of his muscles, on a fiery path to his stomach. Her fingers traced the taut bands, but she didn’t tarry long. He noticed the slight shake to her hands as she unbuckled the leather belt that secured his plaid, but it was nothing to how he was shaking inside.
He helped her as she pulled off his trews and boots, leaving him every bit as naked as she, and then stilled, waiting for her reaction. Waiting as her gaze settled lower….
Her eyes widened. “My.” She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. “This might be more difficult than I realized. You’re a large man, aren’t you?” She blushed. “I mean, all over.”
He managed to nod.Yes, damn it. And getting excru
ciatingly larger by the minute.
She reached out to touch him, circling him with her hand, her soft, delicate fingers pumping him slow and easy as he’d taught her.
She was killing him. Sweat gathered on his brow as he tried to think of anything but spilling his seed in her hand. Only the promise of an even darker torture held him at bay.
He groaned and his stomach clenched, but he did not make a move to stop her innocent exploration.
With one finger, she traced a delicate path up the long length of his staff from root to tip, rolling her thumb over the head and sliding a small bead of liquid through her fingers, as sensual a movement as the most accomplished jade—but infinitely more enticing by its innocence.
Holding his gaze, she lowered herself until she was kneeling before him. It was the single most erotic moment of his life. Only inches separated her mouth from the heavy head of his cock. Just the thought of her tiny red lips stretched around him, taking him deep into the warm recesses of her mouth, filled him with nearly incomprehensible heat. Her hand reached out to cup him, and his bollocks tightened in her hand. He was on fire, every inch of him a sensitive trigger to the touch.
“Meg—” His voice cracked with what was supposed to sound like a warning. If she wanted to make him beg, she was succeeding. She was torturing him. Paying him back every bit for the teasing he’d given her. This woman could bring him to his knees.
She positioned her mouth inches away from him and parted her soft, moist lips. Her hands moved behind to hold his buttocks. “I wonder…”
His eyes sparked black with passion, and his jaw clenched tight. The vein at his neck twitched.Damn her.She’d turned him into a quivering mess. She was well aware of how badly he wanted her to take him in her delectable little mouth.
“I wonder,” she continued, “if you taste as good as you look.”
“Oh God, Meg…,” he said with a guttural moan.
He beaded again, and her wicked tongue flicked out to taste him. “Mmm,” she murmured.
His legs nearly buckled.
She laughed wickedly and traced a path with her tongue that her finger had forged up the long length of him.
He swore and groaned, running his hands through the soft silk of her hair, silently begging. Finally, she gave it to him. Her tongue swirled around the top of him, and slowly she closed her mouth over him.
Alex lost the power to think. He’d died and gone to heaven.
Her mouth drew him in, deeper and deeper. Milking him long and hard, stroking him with her mouth and tongue. He wanted to come so badly, he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust and explode deep in her mouth.
With a small groan, he tore her mouth from him. He’d had enough of this exquisite torture. Breathing hard, he framed her face with his hands and lowered himself to his knees to face her. She looked like a debauched angel. His chest tightened with emotion, and a wave of incomparable tenderness swept over him. He’d never felt so close to anyone in his life.
