“No,” I said, my voice rough.
Her heavy-lidded eyes flashed with irritation. “No?”
“Not like that.”
I shifted my grip, stroking my thumbs across the sharp cut of her hip bones. “You don’t get to hide in the fucking, Aura. Not tonight. You came here to feel safe. Let me make you feel safe.”
“Talking isn’t safe,” she whispered, but the protest was weak and her body was already softening beneath my hands.
“My mouth on you is.”
I didn’t wait for permission. I guided her from my lap and laid her back against my pillows.
She went, watching me with huge, dark eyes while her chest rose and fell too quickly. I moved over her, caging her between my arms without lowering my weight, and drank in the sight of Aura stripped of every defense, lying in my bed beneath my light.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said, and it wasn’t a line. It was a fact pulled from the center of me. “Look at you. All this skin. All this pride finally quiet. Just for me.”
Her throat worked as she lifted one trembling hand and touched my cheek. “Easton…”
“Say it.”
“Easton.”
The sound of my name in that broken, open voice was better than any goal horn or crowd roar. It felt like a homecoming.
I caught her hand, brought her knuckles to my mouth, and kissed them before turning her palm and pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss into its center.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” I told her, locking my eyes with hers. “I’m going to make you forget there’s a world outside that door. You’re going to come on my tongue, then you’re going to come on my cock, and I’m going to say your name so many times you forget you ever had a rule against it.”
A shudder tore through her, and her legs fell open in silent invitation.
I started at her mouth, kissing her slowly and deeply, pouring every unsaid thing into it before moving down to the pulse at the base of her throat. I licked a stripe between her breasts, taking my time and worshipping her with my mouth, then sucked each nipple until they were pebbled and dark and she arched off the bed with soft, desperate cries.
“So responsive,” I murmured against her sternum, my breath hot against her damp skin. “This perfect body. All mine to play with. All mine to ruin.”
“Yours,” she breathed, the word a ragged surrender.
“Damn right,” I said, meaning every word in response to words she didn’t, and it might have killed me tomorrow, but it was everything tonight.
I continued downward, tracing the plane of her stomach with my lips and dipping my tongue into her navel. She squirmed, her hands tangling in my hair, not pushing me away but holding me against her.
When I reached the slit between her thighs, I paused and blew a soft stream of air across her slick, swollen flesh.
She jerked, a high, needy sound escaping her. “Please…”
“Please what, baby?”
I looked up the length of her body. Her head was thrown back, her spine arched, and her breasts were flushed and beautiful.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth. Please, Easton, your mouth.”
“You wreck me, Aura.”
I didn’t tease. I buried my face between her legs and ate her like a man possessed.
My tongue pressed flat and firm against her clit, then speared inside her before circling again. I drank her in, themusky, sweet taste of her cunt and how needy she was for me, while I hooked her legs over my shoulders and held her open, giving myself complete access.
