Dom held her gaze as he lowered himself before her once more. She watched him, a curious tilt to her head, as he stroked her leg again and this time urged her to lift it.
She nodded, giving him the permission he sought, and he settled her leg over his shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Looking up at her again, he watched her eyes as he slid his fingers along her inner thigh, a stroke of delicious heat all the way to her curls.
Tess bit her lip as he touched her. His gaze never left hers, as if he needed to see her reaction, wanted to know what pleased her.
As his fingers slid into her heat, she bucked against him, then let out a moan when he found the spot where all her need seemed to center.
Reaching down, she slid her fingers into his thick hair, and he let out a low sound of pleasure that made her heart thrum inside her chest.
“Can I taste you, Tess?” His voice had dropped to a husky rumble.
The moment she nodded, he bent his head and stroked his tongue along the path his fingers had taken. Her body began to quiver as he licked her, and he lifted a hand to her hip, gripping firmly as if to assure her that he would not let her fall.
But he didn’t stop tasting her, flicking his tongue in the most exquisite way, driving her closer to the edge.
When he slipped a finger inside her, she gasped at how good it felt, and he stilled, as if uncertain whether her exhale was one of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
As if the words spurred him, his languid strokes turned hungrier, and his finger sought the spot that made her breath catch. Her body convulsed as her release caught her up, spinning her high. Her breath caught in her throat, her muscles tensed, and then she felt herself coming down into bone-melting bliss.
When she opened her eyes, he was there, holding her in his arms, looking at her as if she was the remarkable one when he’d just given her more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life.
She cupped his jaw and kissed him. He smiled against her lips a moment before pulling her closer, until there was no space between them.
He stroked his fingers through her hair, then trailed his hand down to circle her nipple. Dipping his head to kiss her neck, he pulled back an inch. “How are you?” His breath gusted hot against her skin.
Tess laughed. “Can you not tell?”
He nipped her neck lightly with his teeth, and she gasped. “I need to know.”
Tess found the edge of his jaw with her fingertips, lifting it until their gazes met.
“I’m dazed, in the best way,” she told him, her voice a quiet rasp. “I want you, Dominic.” Licking her lips, she added, “I trust you.”
He swallowed hard. His eyes flashed as if with shock, then glowed with an emotion she couldn’t name. “Maybe that tree is magic after all,” he said with a grin.
Tess’s throat burned. “That was your wish?”
He answered with a kiss that stole her breath, then cupped her face tenderly. “It was.”
Tess reached down and clasped his hand in hers, then started toward the bed, looking back at him as he followed.
The hunger in his eyes made her heart flutter in her chest. “My siren.”
She climbed onto the bed, then reached for him again, and he joined her, bracing his body above hers. Tess needed him closer and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss until he’d settled his body against hers.
The warmth and weight of his body was as soothing as it was maddening. She stroked down his back as she held him,tracing across the rippling muscles. She wanted this man with an ache she’d never felt before.
He hadn’t cajoled her into this moment, hadn’t promised her anything but pleasure and respect for her every wish.
And her only wish was to have him closer.
She bucked against him, and he looked into her eyes.
