A Little Bit Wicked - Melissa Foster Page 0,65

slicks of his tongue. His eyes were so dark, so hungry, she could feel the restraint in him as he pushed his hands up her thighs, dragging his thumbs over the damp trail his mouth left behind.

She felt his hot breath on her center and closed her eyes. Every inch of her was alive with pins and needles as he lowered his mouth to where she needed it most. The first slide of his tongue brought a long, unstoppable moan. He did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue all the way up her sex and teasing that magical bundle of nerves with the tip. Her hips rose off the blanket. She was powerless to stop the gasping, wanton noises from tumbling out as he did it again and again, taking her right up to the edge of ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Enjoy every second, because I sure as hell am.”

God, the things he said…

He pushed one hand beneath her bottom, lifting her hips. His mouth covered her sex and his other hand found that mystical spot that made her lose control. Her consciousness ebbed as he feasted on her, expertly playing over all her pleasure points, building her desires to a crescendo that had her thrashing and whimpering. Adrenaline and heat twined together, filling her veins, chest, and limbs. He pushed his fingers inside her, zeroing in on that secret spot like a homing device. When he moved his mouth higher, she nearly detonated. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel as he took her up, up, up, and higher still, until she was hanging on the edge of a cliff. He did something out of this world with his mouth, or fingers, or a frigging sorcerer’s wand for all she knew, and she shattered into a million glorious pieces.

“Justin!” flew from her lips like a demand.

He stayed with her, tasting and touching, heightening every sensation until she collapsed to the blanket, a trembling, boneless mess. He kissed his way up her belly. Every touch of his lips sending tingles skittering over her skin. She’d never been pleasured so thoroughly, and when he gathered her in his strong arms and kissed her, he breathed air into her exhausted lungs.

When their lips finally parted, she felt transformed. He kissed her forehead so tenderly, she rested her cheek on his chest and closed her eyes.

“Feel that, baby?” he said in a low, confident voice. “That closeness? We’re anything but fleeting.”

Knowing he’d taken her worries to heart filled her with happiness. She lay listening to the crackling embers of the fire and the music floating out from the cottage, absently tracing the tattoos on his chest. She opened her eyes, her gaze moving down his stomach to the formidable bulge in his jeans, and she realized that while she was lying in sated glory, he still had a raging hard-on. She had never been into giving oral sex, but everything was different with Justin. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her. She moved her hand lower, stroking him through his jeans.

He covered her hand with his, stilling it. “You don’t need to do that.”

She rose up so she could see his face. He looked as blissed out as she felt. “I can’t leave you like that after you made my entire world tilt on its axis.”

He pressed his lips to hers and rose onto his elbow beside her so they were face-to-face. “I didn’t pleasure you so you’d do it in return. What I did was for me as much as it was for you. I’ve thought about feasting on you so many times, I could practically taste you in my sleep.”

She felt herself blushing and said, “There’s the Justin Wicked I know.”

“That guy never went anywhere, babycakes.” He kissed her and said, “Now that you’ve stopped cockblocking us and realized that I’m your man, we’ve got all the time in the world.”

“God, the way you talk is so…”

“Honest?”

She laughed softly. “I was going to say brash. I’m just not used to it.”

“Aw, come on. After all the time we’ve known each other, how can you say you’re not used to me?”

“I’m used to you. Well, certain aspects of you, like your flirting and pushiness. But I’m not used to hearing you talk dirty to me, or openly claim me and mean it.”

“I’ve always meant it.” He flashed an arrogant grin and said, “You’ll get used to hearing all of it. Give yourself a

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