Page 77 of Double the Redemption

“Fuck, baby, you’re going to kill me,” he rasped, panting. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Then why’d you stop?”

“Because if I don’t, this will be over before it starts.” The rueful smile he gave sent a surge of pleasure through her. “And tonight, I’m not going to fuck you.

“Uh-uh, hold on before that big brain of yours goes into overdrive,” he rushed out as she stiffened, and the rejection hit her square in the chest. “You need to think and make sure this is what you want, because you still don’t sound one hundred percent sure about you and me. But I’m not going to leave you hanging either. I’m going to make you feel good, and then you’re going to get Asher and think of me tonight. Then you let me know when you’re ready for more.”

That didn’t mollify her. Dread settled like a stone in her gut.

“Is this because of what I told you?” Did he see her as undesirable now? Damn it, she should have kept it all to herself.

“No, baby, never.” He lowered himself over her, settling his full weight on her as he stared into her eyes. “There is not a fucking thing wrong with you, and I’m glad you shared that with me. Nothing that happened to you was your fault, and it doesn’t change how much I want you. But I’m not going to be the douche who seduces you into sex when you’re not sure.”

“But I am sure. I came up here to seduce you.” Why was she protesting? He clearly didn’t want her, so why was she pushing it? She could handle a little rejection. She wasn’t a child.

Still, it fucking hurt.

“Oh, you definitely seduced me, all right, but we need to step back a bit. And I don’t want you to leave yet.”

She scowled. Was he really trying to prolong her humiliation?

He leaned down and nibbled her lower lip. The sting and the soothing lick of his tongue distracted her. What was he doing?

“Do you know what I want to do to you, Naomi? I want to explore every inch of you.” He eased up enough to move his hands down her side, his thumbs brushing along the undersides of her breasts, making her gasp.

His eyes never left hers as he slid his right hand up, cupping her. “I want to suck on these pretty tits, see just what kind of pressure you need to make you squirm and drenched for me. Then, when I’ve gotten my fill, I’m going to move my way down.” His hand lowered, moving along her side, to her hip. “And then I want to spread your thighs and feast on you. I want to taste every drop of desire from you. I want to make you come on my fingers and mouth, give you a taste of what I’m going to give you every time I get to have you. But I’m not going to stop at one. I’m going to go until you can’t take anymore.”

Was it weird to want to scream yes and demand he get started right now? She wasn’t sure, but she was surely tempted to try it and see what happened. Instead, all she could do was lie there and tremble, hoping her eyes told him how much she favored that plan.

“Is that what you want, Naomi? You want me to give you all of that and make you feel good?”

He nipped at her lip again, soothing the sting with his tongue, grip tight on her hips as he rubbed against her.

Was it possible for a clit to combust? Seriously, the man was doing wicked things to her, and he’d barely touched her.

Maybe pricking his ego was the right way to go after all …

“I need to hear you say it, baby, or I’m not going any further. This is completely your choice.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I need more, Ink.”

A part of her brain screamed at her to remember what he said, but that didn’t matter to her now.

He paused for another few seconds, like he was sure she was going to change her mind, but she dispelled that notion by cupping the back of his head and yanking him down to her mouth.

She was done waiting.

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Finally.

It was the only word running through his head as he sank into her, reveling in her taste. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get over his addiction to her. Nor did he want to.

Her kisses were passionate and desperate, as if she was afraid he was going to stop again. Stopping wouldn’t happen until she felt every ounce of pleasure he had promised.

He was hanging on by a thread and hoped he didn’t fuck this up.