Not touching her yet. Making her wait.
Her breath catches under my stare, a slight tremor in the delicate column of her neck.
“You’re going to be very, very quiet.” I trail my thumb lightly over her cheek, along the seam of her lips. The tip of her tongue darts out, licking the skin, and now I’m rock hard for her.
“No noise. Not with my brothers prowling the hall.”
She nods silently. Already obeying instructions.
“Stay quiet.”
I hook a finger under the cup of her bra, tugging it down. She sucks in a sharp breath and the nipple instantly hardens. I bite back a groan, her control hitting me hard.
Dipping down, I pull the pink point into my mouth. Her muscles tighten, but she doesn’t make a sound as I lick and suck.
God, she’s gorgeous.
I can’t wait to be inside her again, filling her up.
Swirling my tongue around the rosy bud, her body quivers with shaking need. My hand pinches her other nipple through the lacy fabric and she bucks her hips.
“You want more?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes.”
I still, my hand shooting up to cover her mouth. She gazes at me with dazed eyes.
“Okay?” I murmur.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Quiet. Or we stop.”
She nods and I drop my hand back down to her breast,pinching and twisting. She bites down on her lip, determination etched on her face.
So damn cute.
I keep working her breasts, teasing her body with my tongue, my hands. Her fingers rake through my hair, massaging my neck, my shoulders.
Straddling her, I take both of her wrists and pin them above her head. Eyes wide and pupils blown, she opens her mouth, shuts it again.
“Keep them there for me.”
I nip at the sensitive skin along her neck, linger at the freckle with my tongue. She shivers with pleasure as I pepper kisses over her chest, her stomach.
“So damn perfect,” I murmur, my lips vibrating on her bare skin. Her fingers flex, like she wants to touch me, but she doesn’t dare.
That rule —don’t move— turns her into something nearly feral.
And it’s turning me the fuck on.
I drag my mouth down to her bellybutton, then hitch my thumb in the side of her panties. She arches, seeking friction, and I pause.
One hand still wrapped around her wrists, I catch her hip and grip her lightly.
“Hold still. Don’t chase.”
She narrows her eyes, internally warring. But she swallows whatever she was going to say, her body going very still.
