Page 228 of Vicious Temptation

I swallow and spread my legs a little farther.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know you’re not.”

The certainty in how he says it hits differently than the dirty words.

Thiago rolls the lollipop between his fingers, completely absorbed in what he’s doing to me. Then his mouth returns to my skin, and coherent thought becomes a lost cause as the candy follows. He draws it along my inner thigh, pauses when my legs twitch, then continues, dragging out the anticipation until I’m shifting restlessly.

“You like having all my attention on you, don’t you?” he murmurs.

I bite my lip. “Only when it’s yours.”

His mouth lifts slightly. “Only mine?”

“Only yours.”

The candy glides along my thigh again before reaching my pussy. I suck in a breath when he dips it inside me, coating the watermelon in my slickness before drawing it back and brushing it over my clit.

Thiago braces my leg open.

“Look at me, chama.”

I do.

He circles it in slow strokes, never giving me the pressure I want for long. My hips start moving toward each pass anyway, trying to take what he keeps teasing me with.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.” Pressing the lollipop lightly against my clit, he holds it there, waiting. And a wicked little thrill runs through me.

“I want your mouth.”

He grins, his breathing growing heavier.

“Where?”

“Thiago,” I mutter between clenched teeth.

The candy moves once, a slow stroke that has my fingers curling against the edge of the hood.

“Tell me.”

“On my pussy.”

The corner of his mouth lifts as he turns the lollipop between his fingers, studying the glossy sheen now coating it.

“You have any idea what you look like right now?”

I shake my head.

“Like a dream. Beautiful. Red, swollen lips, cheeks flushed, so fucking wet and needy that you’re dripping onto your own hood.”

I lightly drag my nails along his arm. “Then quit admiring your work and clean up the mess you made.”

His thumb drags slowly over my clit, then presses down, making my legs tense around him. “Who said I planned on cleaning it up?”