Everywhere and Every Way - Jennifer Probst Page 0,82
he kept his solid attention on her breasts. Tugging her nipples in a rhythm to his own private melody, he teased and tortured until her breasts were so sensitive, a cry trapped in the back of her throat. Pain and pleasure blurred into a fine line. “You’re so damn pretty,” he said, watching her reaction as he licked the tight tips. “You taste like coconut cream pie.” She hissed as he worked his mouth lower, swiping his tongue over the curve of her belly, fingers curled around the band of her proper linen pants. “I can’t wait to taste you. Make you come. Fuck you so hard, you’ll never remember another man’s name.”
Arousal trickled down her thigh. Already poised on the edge of orgasm just from his words, Morgan panted, fighting for sanity. “I can’t take much more.”
“Neither can I. Lift up.”
Her hips rose, and as he wriggled her pants down her hips, her mind suddenly sprung to awareness, reminding her of the final desperate measure she’d taken to make sure she didn’t sleep with Caleb Pierce tonight.
“Wait! Oh, my God, please wait!”
Morgan shot up. Cal tilted his head back. Pupils dilated with lust, mouth damp from kissing her, his gorgeous hair mussed up from her fingers raking through the strands, he was sex incarnate and every woman’s fantasy. “You okay, baby?” he asked roughly. His breath came in ragged pants, but he held himself under control, gauging if she was about to tell him she had changed her mind or wanted him to stop.
“No,” she moaned. His fingers tangled with hers, and he waited patiently. In that moment, her respect and trust for this man flooded her in waves. Even with a throbbing erection and a brain probably fogged by arousal, he stopped. He pushed when it was right, yet was man enough to back off at the first cry of no. He’d never do anything she didn’t want, and that made Morgan ache for him even more.
“Did you change your mind? I want you, Morgan, but only if you want me just as bad. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know!” she sobbed. “But I did something because I didn’t want to sleep with you tonight because I got spooked and thought it would be better to keep my distance but I don’t know how to tell you and I’m so embarrassed!”
He cocked his head, his gaze drilling into hers. “Talk to me. Good, bad, I want to hear you. What you want, what you don’t, what you’re scared of, what makes you feel good. I want to hear it all.”
The heat from his skin wrapped around her. His scent was pure primal mating, and here she was with hairy legs, dying to part her thighs and take everything he had to give. Shaking with need, she burst out the truth before she lost her nerve. “I didn’t shave my legs!”
Morgan shut her eyes, refusing to look at him. She’d reached the height of humiliation. She was the spiller of female secrets, and the population would never forgive her.
“Baby, open your eyes. Look at me.”
She groaned but slowly peeked at him. Pure amusement danced in his eyes, tugged at his lips. But he looked straight at her when he spoke. “You thought that not shaving would keep you safe from me?”
Misery leaked into her voice. “Yes.”
Suddenly, with one strong motion, he ripped the pants off her, yanked her legs apart, and knelt between them. Shock and lust warred for dominance. His face reflected a determination that caused shivers to race down her spine. “That is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
She wriggled desperately to get away from him, even though she wanted his mouth between her thighs more than she wanted her next breath. “No! This isn’t good. Let me use the bathroom and I’ll clean up and we’ll continue where we left off. Oh!” He gripped her thighs to keep her still and lowered his head. His openmouthed kiss against the thin fabric of her white lace panties caused her hips to shoot off the bed.
“You’re not going anywhere. I don’t want you clean and neat and proper. I want you messy and dirty and wet.” His fingers played with the elastic edges of her panties, dipping inside to tease her. “And you’re very wet right now.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, fighting between her need for this man and her feminine pride. “I have stubble!”