Page 70 of Talk Wicked to Me

“In your dreams, Dr. Wicked.”

They both laughed.

“If I’m Adonis, then you’re my Aphrodite. My goddess of love.” He lowered his lips to hers in a slow, sweet kiss that brought a rush of desire. “And beauty.” He kissed a path down her neck. “And pleasure.” He dragged his tongue along her skin just above the neckline of her dress, sending heat slithering through her core. “How about we get those boots off, and then we’ll talk about this supposed squishy, dimpled body of yours while I worship it.”

Only he could make talking about her body thrilling rather than mortifying. Her body had never been worshipped before the extra pounds and stretch marks, but the hunger in his eyes told her he meant every word.

He moved lower, pressing a kiss to each of her breasts through her dress, his eyes never leaving hers, the sinful gleam in them as thrilling as his touch. He trailed kisses down her stomach, the warmth of his lips seeping through her thin dress, spreading heat like tiny bursts of flames. He hovered just above her sex for so long, watching her so intensely, it was like he felt the anticipation stacking up inside her just as strongly as she did, and he wanted her strung too tight. His low voice growled through her mind—I want to make you squirm with desire and hear you beg for more—heightening every sensation.

Her fingers curled into the sheet, a devilish grin curving his lips as he lowered them to press a kiss above her needy sex. His eyes never left hers as he kissed his way down her legs and wrapped his big hands around her boots. “You should wear these more often.”

“My red fuck-me boots?” she panted out, as amused as she was turned on. “Like a neon sign?”

“That only I can decipher.” He pulled off her boots and socks and proceeded to run his strong hands up the sides of her legs as he kissed his way back up them. “Tell me, darlin’.” He kissed the side of her knee. “What parts of this gorgeous body worry you?” He squeezed her thighs, not waiting for an answer. “Certainly not these sexy thighs, which drive me out of my mind.” He nipped at her inner thigh, sending a sting of pleasure racing north. Her sex clenched, and she gasped at the shock of enjoyment that brought. He dragged his tongue over the spot he’d nipped, devilish eyes holding her captive. “So soft.” He kissed her other thigh. “So fucking beautiful.”

He continued kissing, nipping, and licking her inner thighs, inching higher until she felt his breath against her wet panties. She waited for him to kiss her there, anticipation pulsing inside her as he pushed her dress up over her panties and gritted out, “Lace,” like a curse.

“You don’t like lace?” She sounded as breathy and devastated as she felt.

“I wasn’t a fan of it until now.” He leaned up on one arm, grinning as he reached down and adjusted his erection. “Christ.” He readjusted it again.

She giggled. “Note to self. Buy more lace.”

He laughed and nipped at her hip. She squeaked in surprise, and then she was laughing, too.

“We’ll get back to the lace.” He ran his hand over her lower belly, and she tried to suck it in. His hand stilled, and his eyes narrowed. “Don’t try to hide your curves, darlin’. I fucking adore them.” He rained kisses over her belly, slicked his tongue around her belly button, and pushed her dress higher, tasting a path along her waist and up her ribs and sternum, touching, caressing, squeezing every inch of her, making her want and need and ache. He continued the tantalizing torture, kissing, nipping, sucking, and murmuring, “So sexy…Gorgeous…Love this part of you…” Her body was vibrating, a bundle of live wires, his every touch drawing a sharp inhalation, every rasp sending electric currents searing through her. She’d never experienced anything like this.

He lifted her dress over her breasts, and she held her breath. There was nothing sexy about nursing bras, but his eyes flamed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to her breast through her bra, carefully drew her dress over her head, and tossed it to the floor. He kissed the swell of her breast and slid one bra strap down her shoulder. She put her hand over it, stopping him.

“Too uncomfortable?” he asked thoughtfully.

“No. But you didn’t bring goggles, and I could end up spraying milk like a fountain gone wrong, getting it in your eyes and hair, and then all the cats in the neighborhood will be chasing you.” She started laughing, surprised at how easy it was to be silly with him while nearly naked. “You’d be a real pussy magnet.”

He dropped his forehead between her breasts, his shoulders rocking with his laughter. “Jesus, darlin’. You’re a fucking trip.” He lifted his face, those dreamy dimples staring back at her. “We’ll leave it on for now, but next time I’m bringing goggles and a rubber sheet.”

“We’ll have our own slip and slide. Whee!”

They both cracked up. Emerson clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from waking Brennan, but Baz snagged it and pinned it to the mattress, his expression turning wicked as he lowered his mouth to hers, silencing her with a sensually slow and intoxicatingly deep kiss. The scorching kiss turned her body into an inferno. She became acutely aware of the enticing weight of him pressing down on her. The feel of his bare chest and stomach, all hot skin and hard muscles, made her want to rip off her bra for more skin-to-skin contact. She touched him with her free hand, her other still pinned to the mattress, running her fingers through his hair—God, she loved his hair—and along his shoulder, down his arm, but it wasn’t enough. He must have felt the same, because he released her wrist, and she stopped thinking altogether, letting her desires take over. She pawed at him, wanting to touch all of him at once, grasping his arms, shoulders, and back, using fingers and nails, earning a sexy, guttural growl that had her moaning for more. He pushed his hands into her hair, fisting them as he took the kiss deeper, sending an erotic mix of pain and pleasure straight to her core, and she lost herself in him, clinging to his shoulders, rocking her hips, wanting to burrow beneath his skin.

He tugged her head back, eyes blazing, gritting out, “I could kiss you twenty-four-seven.” He skimmed his hand down to her hip and squeezed. “But I’m not done worshipping your body, showing you just how perfect you are.”

She tried to think past her swelling heart, but he brushed his lips over hers and said, “I need my mouth on you. I want to feel you lose control and taste your come on my tongue.”

The greed in his voice had “Yes—” sailing from her lips.

“Try not to scream too loud, sweetheart. We don’t want to wake Little B.”

Her insecurities tried to take over as he moved down her body, but they were no match for his strong hands, caressing and squeezing, or his talented mouth, taking a nip here and a taste there. When he dragged her panties down, kissing her legs as he had before, and tossed them to the floor, his focus went between her legs like a laser beam. Her insides tightened, anxiety creeping in again as he boldly looked his fill. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped, chipping away at her nervousness. He lowered himself between her legs and dragged his tongue along her sex, sending shocks of pleasure racing through her. She gasped, fingers fisting in the sheets, and his eyes found hers again. The hunger and restraint warring in them was so powerful, it thundered between them as he gritted out, “You taste so fucking sweet. Watch me devour you. See how much I enjoy it.”

His dirty demands had her writhing in anticipation. He pressed his hands to her inner thighs, brushing one thumb over her clit, the other over her entrance, and her hips shot up, chasing the pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Give yourself over to me.” He lowered his mouth between her legs, licking her slow and feathery soft, making her pant with desire.

“Baz,” she pleaded.

Pure gratification glowed in his eyes, and he intensified his efforts, using his hands and mouth. Fucking, and sucking, drawing unstoppable moans and other sounds she’d never heard herself make before, while he praised and promised, “So perfect…Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me…You smell so good…Gonna make you come so hard,” so drenched in emotion, he obliterated the last shred of her insecurities.

He pushed his fingers inside her, expertly finding that magical spot that had her insides swelling and pulsing. He sucked her clit, and she bowed off the mattress, electricity arcing through her, but he pressed her hips down, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, continuing his exquisite torture. The world spun away, and she was lost in his thorough devouring, swept up in his gratified growls and the way he touched her like he couldn’t get enough.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded, and her entire being obeyed, from her lustful eyes and throbbing nipples to her clenching sex and curling toes. Her body tingled and burned, aching for release as he feasted, using hands and mouth, tongue and teeth, taking her right up to the edge of madness.