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The most beautiful invitation he’d ever received.

He sank to his knees. She lifted herself up onto her elbows to stare down at him. Her eyes were glassy, her lower lip trapped between her teeth again. As he was coming to learn, it was her go-to expression when she was concentrating or nervous.

Not that she had anything to be nervous about. He was going to go slow, make sure she got what she needed. How she could think he’d reject her was totally beyond him. His cock was so hard it ached. But this wasn’t about him.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her forward so her ass rested on the edge of the bed. The scent of her surrounded him, all coconut and musk and Alex. His mouth watered.

He leaned forward slowly. She tensed. At the last second, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her inner thigh. She made a strangled noise and tipped her head back. He sucked hard on the delicate skin. She groaned, her delicate throat working. He bit her lightly, followed up the sting with a brush of his tongue. She made a hissing noise and inched her thighs farther apart.

He laughed, the sound dark, even to his own ears. While she was a temptress, he would be the victor in this little game. He blew a breath across her pussy. She made a gasping, choking sound. Music to his ears. Then he did the same to her other thigh, biting just a touch harder this time.

Part of him hoped there’d be a secret little mark left on her skin in the morning. Wrong? Probably. But the idea of marking her in some way was so fucking hot, he could barely stand it. His cock strained against its fabric prison.

But he was done with the teasing now. It was time to taste.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs so her feet were planted on the edge of the bed, right next to her gorgeous ass. The position opened her right up. His breath caught in his throat. She was so fucking beautiful.

She curled her fingers around the edge of the mattress, holding on so tightly, her arms trembled.

He blew another soft breath over her pussy. Her hips bucked and her thighs tensed.

“Please, Nick.” The plea came out as a moan. The neediness in her voice arrowed through him, straight to his dick. Pre-come leaked out the tip of his cock, probably leaving a wet spot on his underwear.

“It’s okay, wildcat.” His deep voice was edged with promise. “I’ll make it better.” He leaned forward and slid his tongue along the hot, wet length of her.

Chapter Fifteen

The first swipe of Nick’s tongue made Alex’s back arch. A sound halfway between a sob and a groan slipped out of her. So incredible. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like this. And it had never felt like this before.

So raw, so real, so right.

He brushed his tongue against her clit, sending sparks sizzling along her nerve endings. Her entire body tightened, her muscles clenching hard against her bones. Each swipe of his tongue, each brush of his lips, sent her spiraling.

She thrust her fingers into his hair, letting the silky strands wrap around them, holding on tight. Probably too tight, but she couldn’t get her fingers to loosen. He didn’t seem to care. Didn’t flinch, didn’t protest, didn’t stop.

He thrust his tongue inside her. She cried out, her thighs tensing, pressing together, the feeling too exquisite. He wrapped his hands around her inner thighs, his palms burning her soft skin, and pressed them open, holding them there.

Turning his focus to her clit, he lashed it with his tongue, over and over again. She made a mewling noise, one she’d never made before. Each flick of his tongue against her swollen flesh sent shooting stars of sensation skipping through her. Her breath came out in a panting rhythm, her hips writhing, pressing against his mouth and then pulling away. She wanted more, but at the same time, it was all too much.

Molten heat spread out from where his tongue and lips teased her, burning everything in its wake.

All that mattered was this. His mouth became the center of her universe.

Her nerve endings caught fire, the flames sweeping from her pelvis out to the tips of her fingers and toes. A wave of tingles followed. Her entire body trembled.

And suddenly, she was there, right on the edge. A little more and she’d tip over, into oblivion.

He circled her opening with the tip of his finger, the touch light, teasing. She moaned, her hips flexing, trying to coax him further. He eased the finger inside. She gasped, the sound almost a sob. Her inner muscles clenched hard.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His words were hoarse, his rough exhale brushing against her sensitive flesh. He pushed deeper, swirling his finger around, touching places that hadn’t been touched in forever. Secret, sensitive places. Places that made her want to purr with satisfaction.

He pressed another hot wet kiss against her clit, and added a second finger, pushing in slowly, filling her up. The pressure, the friction, the burn that bordered on hurt, was enough to send her over.

Except, there was no falling. It was like being launched from a catapult.

She squeezed her eyes closed, stars whizzing past as she skyrocketed over the edge. Her back arched. A sound part way between a gasp and a scream slipped out of her. She lifted her hips, trying to get closer—or maybe run away. She wasn’t sure.

He held her tight to him as he feasted. She writhed and squirmed, the sensation overwhelming, and yet a part of her still craved more. He was relentless, his tongue and his lips everywhere, brushing and licking and sucking, his fingers pressing in and out of her until she was sure she would die from the pleasure.