Page 192 of Vicious Temptation

I reach for the bowl of crema.

“My turn.”

I draw a cool line from the base of her throat across her collarbone, letting my finger wander lower as her lips part. Her eyes stay on me as I lick her skin. She shifts closer to the edge of the island, her legs tightening around my hips as I follow the trail down.

I work my way back up, stopping at her breast to flick the barbell with the top of my tongue. She squirms against me.

“Still worried about breakfast getting cold?”

A quick shake of her head is my answer before she reaches for me.

“Good.”

I take another taste, letting my mouth linger until her fingers tighten in my hair, then slide my hands beneath her thighs and lift her from the counter. Remi lets out a startled laugh when I toss her over my shoulder and carry her toward the dining room.

“Where are we going?”

I bring my palm down across her ass.

“Thiago!”

She breaks into another fit of laughter as I soothe the sting with my palm, then press a kiss to the spot.

“I need the table. I told you I was going to eat.”

Keeping one arm hooked securely around, I sweep the placemats and centerpiece aside with the other. They hit the floor in a heap.

Remi lifts her head enough to look at the mess. “Seriously?”

“Very.” I lower her onto the edge of the table and step between her legs. “Turn around. Hands and knees, fera.”

She does what she’s told. And I give her ass another sharp slap.

“Look at you. Dripping and spread open on my fucking table.”

Her fingers dig into the wood as her hips ease back toward me.

“Who says we can’t have a little dessert before breakfast?”

I drag my knuckles over her clit, and her breath leaves her in a rush.

“Fuck, chama.” I lean over her and brush my mouth along her shoulder. “After everything we did last night, I’m wondering if I can still taste both of us on you.”

She rocks back. “Only one way to find out.”

I smile against her skin. “Exactly what I was thinking.” Trailing my mouth down her back, I lower myself behind her. “Stay right there.” My hands slide down the backs of her thighs as I settle between them. “Fuck, fera. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are like this.”

“Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” she says, glancing over her shoulder.

I grin and nudge her legs farther apart. “You think I’m going to hurry when you’re spread out like this for me?”

“I think you’re talking too much.”

I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh.

“Thiago.” There’s enough impatience in my name that I stop fucking around and haul her closer.

“Touch yourself.”