“My boots need to?—”
He’d already picked up her foot. With that efficient way of his, he had them both off and set aside fast. Her socks and pants followed. He tossed them on the couch, leaving her only in her black bikini panties with her bra framing her breasts.
Then he did that very male stare, trailing down her body and up again, then back down to her core. She slid her hands to her belly, and his gaze followed the movement, tracking her fingers as she slipped them into the edge of her underwear. Heat flared in his eyes.
She made to pull off her panties.
“Let me.” He moved her hands away.
He traced a fingertip over the edge of the silk, then hooked the top and drew them down, oh, so slowly. She was so darn grateful she’d kept up with her waxing and didn’t scare this beautiful angel who appeared to have no body hair. At all. But his stare had her blood heating. She was close to a meltdown and to begging him to move faster.
No man ever made her feel this way, this cherished, as if he were unwrapping something rare.
Finally, he slid her panties off. His gaze settled on her mound. With her legs together, she was still shielded.
He dropped her underwear on the couch. He stroked her thighs and gently parted them. “You are beautiful.”
Her breathing grew rougher, wanting his touch on her aching flesh so badly.
He ran his thumb over her cleft, then parted and slid a digit over her clit. Nia bit back a whimper. He met her gaze and did it again, this time with firmer pressure.
Christ!Her head fell against the backrest, her body on edge.
A smile tugged at his mouth.
Darn. He was such a male. “Lore, please, do something?—”
“You have to tell me what.”
Taken at face value, and being who he was, he likely wouldn’t know anything about pleasuring a woman. Yet something deep within her insisted otherwise. He had to know at least a little of what she needed, given how she’d used her mouth on him not too long ago.
Was this payback for all the time she baited and tormented him?
He kissed her inner thigh, and she stilled. His lips drifted up. “Your scent…” He shut his eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Like an orchard. Apples and warm female…” He ran his tongue along her slit. “You taste incredible.”
Nia shuddered, barely hearing him, overwhelmed with sensations.
He moved in, lifted her legs, and set her feet on the cushions, opening her up. He pushed his tongue in a little more, gliding down one side of her cleft and up the other. He circled her clit, and she stiffened. Spurred on by her reactions, he grasped that bundle of nerves with his lips, and she grabbed his hair, draping her legs over his shoulders.
A low growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating against her flesh.
“Yes, like that,” she breathed, lifting her hips for more friction. So close. Another touch and she would fall, but shewanted him to know there was more. “Use your hand, your fingers.”
“Show me,” he rumbled, lifting his head, his gleaming mouth from her dampness.
Her heart thudded. She grasped the hand squeezing her thigh and positioned it against her aching core. The intimacy of it had her body coiling like a spring. She dragged one of his fingers between her folds, lower to her opening, and pressed the tip in.
He took over. Leaving her hand on top of his, he slid the digit farther into her. His mouth came back to her clit. Then he thrust in and out of her as he suckled her swollen flesh.
She moaned, her body a strung bow. “Add another finger.”
Without stopping, he did as she asked. A slow, gentle push. A slight stretch, and he had both digits inside her, working her.
Oh…man!Her angel was a fast learner.
A whimper escaped her at the fullness and the pressure building inside. She moved her hips in tandem with his actions, his hair sliding over her sensitive skin like a thousand fingers coming into play. God, so close. “More, more?—”
His gaze met hers. He tightened his lips on her throbbing flesh as he suckled. A gentle tug?—
