Page 71 of Burning For You

He froze.

He didn’t. Why would he just carry one for the hell of it?

He stepped back. “Where?”

“You’ll take too long.”

She stood up, marched out of the room. He heard the cabinet open and close, then a new box flying through the air towards his head.

The fact that she hadn’t had sex in three years and yet had a new box ready for him said everything.

It was about him. Not just an itch. Not just a one-time thing.

She’d planned this out to happen... eventually.

And tonight eventually was happening.

He caught it one handed, opened it and pulled one out, tossing it on the bed, then picking her up and depositing her right next to it.

There was no time for slow. No time to savor this.

He was lucky he could connect two thoughts together.

His fingers went to work. First her shirt was up and she took it out of his hands to remove it so he tackled her jeans.

The button was pushed through the hole in one movement, the zipper down, the material yanked off faster than he’d ever done in his life.

Her underwear caught and was sent down, then stopped on her thighs.

Yep, they were gone just as fast.

Three years.

It was roaring in his ears.

The way she was wiggling on the bed and worked up, she’d go over fast.

Too fast for him.

The last thing he needed was to be labeled a man who couldn’t please a woman.

He dove between her legs, got on his knees, yanked her to the edge and flung her feet over his shoulders.

His mouth landed right at the junction of her dewy lips, his tongue came out, gave a little taste, then went full throttle.

He licked her. He sucked the tender flesh. He nibbled in just the right spot.

It was about finding her weaknesses. Finding her pleasure points.

Then it was about warming her up and getting her ready.

He thrust a finger in, his tongue darting around her swollen bud.

She all but locked her ankles around his neck, telling him he found the spot.

A second finger went in. Tighter this time, but she was relaxing. She was opening up.

Then she was coming. She was pulsing and chanting his name like a victory celebration.