Indecent Suggestion - By Elizabeth Bevarly Page 0,57

such undergarments herself, Becca had never made love in them. They’d always come off with the rest of her clothes. No man had ever asked her to leave them on. And the fact that Turner did now…

Well. She found it to be very sexy, too.

He must have liked what he saw, because she heard a sound, low and feral, from behind her. When she turned to look over her shoulder, she saw that he was staring at her ass. Feeling playful—or something—Becca bent forward until her hands were flat against the mattress. She was about to say something—something flip and flirtatious that would make them both laugh—but before she could get the words out, Turner had a hand on each buttock, and he was bending forward, too, pressing his mouth to one sensitive cheek.

The sensation was quite exquisite.

So exquisite, in fact, that Becca pretty much forgot what she had intended to say. Especially when Turner dipped a hand between her legs again and slipped one long finger into her slick, heated channel.

“Oh,” she cried out at the deep penetration. “Oh, Turner. Oh. Oh, that’s so—”

Her words halted there, however, because he brought another finger into the action, and nipped her fanny lightly with his teeth as he drove into her. He kept tasting her as he continued to penetrate her, his fingers moving slowly at first, then quickening, until she was right at the edge of an orgasm. But he seemed to sense her nearness and pulled back again, just when she would have lost herself to the ecstasy.

The big brute.

When she turned around to call him that, she saw him smiling, and realized he had left her that way on purpose because he wasn’t finished with her yet. Pouting in frustration, she lay on her back once more. But as Turner gazed down at her, she saw the fire burning in his eyes and realized he was even further gone than she was.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’re not even close to being finished. Right now, I just want to look at you. All of you. And then I want to touch you. All of you. And then I want to taste you, and smell you, and listen to every little sound you make while I do all the things to you that I want to do to you.”

“Oh, Turner…” She was close to climaxing, just listening to his roughly uttered promises. Somehow, though, she found the strength to ask him, “And what are all the things you want to do to me?”

Slowly, he lay down beside her again. He curled his fingers over one bare shoulder, then skimmed his hand downward, over one breast. “I want to suck you here,” he said, circling his thumb over her nipple. Then he moved his hand lower, over her flat belly. “And I want to suck you here.” He moved his hand lower still, into her tawny curls. “And I want to finger you here.” He brushed a fingertip lower still, over her tender clitoris, but only long enough to rouse a hiss of wanting from her. “And I want to lick you here.” A shudder of heat racked her as he completed his to-do list, and she wished he would hurry up and get to it.

“And then,” he said softly, “I want to bury my cock inside you, and I want to watch you come apart at the seams.”

Oh, dear…

He rolled over on top of her, settling himself between her legs, and she groaned in frustration that he was still dressed—or at least halfway. She flattened her palms against his hard chest, loving his strength and the density of each elegant muscle she encountered. Her fingertips skimmed over ridges and sinew, tripped along ribs, dipped into the hollow at the base of his throat. Turner closed his eyes as she explored him, as if he wanted to relish each brush of her fingers. When he opened his eyes again, they seemed darker than before somehow, and a thrill of anticipation shot through her when she realized what that meant.

He scooped his hands beneath her hips and pulled her toward him, rubbing his body urgently against hers, and she felt how full he was, how heavy, how hard. Before she realized his intention, he’d circled her wrist with strong fingers and pushed it between their bodies, flattening her palm over his stiff erection. Eagerly, Becca curled her fingers over him and stroked him through his trousers, loving the frantic sound that