Page 39 of Viper

“I’m fine. Keep going.” She spread her fingers over the expansive wall of his abs, evoking a squirm from him.

He chuckled, leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth tingled with warmth and she grasped at his sides. He dragged his tongue between her teeth and she arched her back, need vibrating every cell in her body.

He pulled away and she mewled in protest. But before she could utter a complaint, he lifted the hem of her shirt over her head. Her breasts shook free and a deep groan sounded from his throat.

His cheeks were flushed and his breath came out low and fast. “Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Baby. When had that started? After she’d woken in the hospital. It was almost as if her near kidnapping had snapped a piece of tape harnessing various sides of him. Almost as if he didn’t want to waste time.

Neither did she.

He brought his fingers to the waistband of her panties, and she raised her hips eagerly as he pulled them down.

“Jesus, Paige.”

She closed her eyes at the husky, sexual note to his voice. His hands coasted up her belly to cup her breasts as he brought his mouth down. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, and the hot moisture of his tongue curled her toes.

Her legs parted as if they had a mind of their own. His thigh slipped between her knees and bumped against her sex. She cried out.

His loose chuckle had her blinking open her eyes. His breath was moist on her breast as he lazily sucked her nub.

“What’s funny?” The question came out on a rough gasp just as one of his hands traveled south, past her belly button. Her brain buzzed and her heart beat in triple time. His fingers touched her folds and all rational thought left her head.

“Nothing’s funny, beautiful. I just love the way you respond.”

“Mmm. Keep going— Oh my god.”

His fingers sank into her, so thick and full she almost couldn’t handle it. He moved them in a gentle rhythm while shifting his attention from her nipple to her abdomen, his lips skimming along the same trail his fingers had traveled moments earlier.

Erratic pants wheezed from her lungs, and goosebumps rippled over her flesh. He settled himself between her thighs and her mouth went dry. Her hands found his shoulders and gripped for dear life.

Troy’s chuckle warmed her cheeks. “I want you to come, Paige. Not die. Breathe.”

“I might die if you come any closer.” Or she’d die if he didn’t.

“Promise that won’t happen.” His hot breath blew over her sex as he spoke.

Seconds ticked by, and she was hyperaware of the lamplight spilling over her body. Lust blinded her senses and turned her blood to flames. He brought her hands to the mattress, pinning them down.

“Uh, Troy . . .”

He pressed his lips to the crease beneath her pubic bone. “Yeah, honey?”

Her chest rose and fell. Heat pulsed off her body in waves. Her bent knees were spread so wide they nearly touched the mattress.

“The light.”

“Lighting’s good,” he said casually. “And we’re not shutting it off.” His tongue slid over her V and she shuddered.

“Oh— My— God.”

He licked her as if he had all the time in the world. Each stroke elicited a surge of demand from her center. His hands moved from her wrists to her hips, holding her in place.

She gripped the bedding, twisting the comforter between her fists.

“Paige, you need to relax.”

“I-I’m going to come.”