His hand moves with deliberate slowness, matchingthe rhythm I've set, and the raw hunger in his gaze makes my skin burn. I've never felt so desired, so completely wanted. The way he watches me—like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen—sends electricity coursing through my veins.
This moment, this connection between us, is the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
His jaw tightens, his breathing becomes ragged, and I can see him fighting for control. His breathing grows more labored with each passing second, and I watch as his free hand clenches into a tight fist at his side.
The muscles in his jaw work furiously, like he's grinding his teeth together to maintain some semblance of restraint. His eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide, and I can see the war raging behind them—the battle between his need to touch me and his determination to draw this moment out.
A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead despite the cool air in the room, and his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to keep his breathing steady. I can practically feel the tension radiating from his body, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
And… he finally breaks.
CHAPTER FORTY
He reaches for me, pulling me close against him with desperate hands. Our mouths crash together in a kiss that's all hunger and need.
His hot mouth is both soft and demanding against mine, moving with an urgency that makes my knees weak. I can taste the faint hint of coffee on his tongue as it sweeps into my mouth, claiming me completely.
His hands tangle in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me, and I surrender to the intensity of his touch. The kiss is everything I've been craving—fierce and consuming, like we're both drowning and this is our only source of air.
My heart pounds so hard I'm sure he can feel it through our pressed-together bodies, and when he bitesgently at my lower lip, I let out a soft whimper that seems to drive him even wilder.
When I grind my hips against his hardness, desperately seeking the friction I crave to push me over the edge, he groans low and rough into my mouth—a sound that vibrates through my entire body and makes me even more desperate.
But then, just when I think he might give me what I need, he cruelly pushes me away from him, his hands firm on my shoulders as he creates distance between our heated bodies.
"Not yet," he breathes, that wicked smile playing on his lips.
So fucking cruel.
He throws me flat on the bed, and his mouth traces a burning path down my body, tongue following the curve of my hip bones. He peels off my panties in a flash and spreads my legs wide, his hands firm and possessive as they grip my thighs, and I feel completely exposed under his intense gaze.
The anticipation builds unbearably as he takes his time, his breath warm against my most sensitive skin. When his tongue finally finds my hot pussy with deliberate precision, the sensation is so overwhelming that I cry out, my back arching involuntarily off the bed as pleasure crashes through me.
He knows exactly how to lick me, bringing me right to the edge before pulling away again.
Fuck.
"Please," I gasp.
"Not yet, baby," he whispers, a wicked smile tracing his lips. "I want to be inside you when you come."
God, yes. I want that too.
He is such a fucking tease. Why is he this way? He's going to kill me.
My fingers work frantically at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. I peel the fabric away, my tongue darting out to taste the salty taste of his chest. His pants and boxers follow, until he's completely naked before me, his body sculpted and perfect in the dim light filtering through the curtains.
I can't help but trace the path of that silver chain with the diamond cross that rests against his collarbone. I trace my finger down the length of his torso, right down the soft line of dark hair above his delicious navel.
I can tease too.
God, he’s glorious.
He closes his eyes, enjoying my touch.
"Fuck," he mutters, abruptly springing up and running a hand through his hair.
"What?!" I ask, alarmed. "What is it?"
