want to kiss and taste you everywhere—your breasts, your belly, every inch of your shapely legs. You’ll blush and try to push him away when he nibbles along the insides of your thighs, but he’ll soothe you, remind you how good he can make you feel if you’d just let him. And you will let him, won’t you, because you can’t help yourself. Because you want him as badly as he wants you. He’ll push your legs apart and kiss, lick, and suck his way down …”
Her belly clenched, her entire body stiffening as his knuckles strummed down her belly. She faintly registered the noise from inside the ballroom, reason creeping in to remind her that someone could wander onto the terrace any minute. This was wrong—so wrong—and not just because they could be caught and she would be ruined, but because as he whispered seduction and sin in her ear, she forgot that they were supposed to be talking about her and Martin.
But, it wasn’t Martin she thought of as his fingertips tickled between her legs, brushing against the seam of her mons through the fabric of her gown and petticoats. It was Dominick she imagined kissing and undressing her, touching her, doing such naughty things.
“You’ll cry out at the first touch of his tongue here,” Nick rasped. “You never knew anything so wicked could feel so good, but you’ll let him taste you, your legs shuddering and your back arching as he licks and kisses you where no man has ever touched.”
His finger pressed against her in just the right spot and she buried her face against his shoulder to muffle her moan of delight, her legs clenching around his thigh.
“You’ll taste so fucking good. He’ll devour you until you fall apart, screaming and moving against his tongue, riding his mouth and smearing your juices all over his lips.”
“Dominick,” she cried out, fisting his coat as her body began to move of its own volition, seeking more pressure, more of the mind-numbing pleasure his touch sent coursing through her veins.
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the man she should want. She was so close to something, her body bucking and straining as he took hold of her hips and pulled her up his thigh, cupping her buttocks and grinding her against him. The taut ridge of his thigh was hard and unrelenting, stimulating the throbbing nub nestled at her center, sending waves of urgency and need through her.
“Christ, the way you cry his name, the way you feel, the way you taste … he won’t be able to withstand it anymore. He has to have you. He has to fuck you.”
Heat jolted through her at his crass words, her body reacting far differently than the first time he’d spoken to her this way. Because, now she understood what it really meant, how it could feel—and he was only touching her through her clothes. She held onto his shoulders, her hips undulating in the grasp of his hands, her entire body winding taut as if preparing for something monumental. She felt it looming closer and closer, bright and vibrant like a shooting star.
“Is that what you want, Callie?” he rumbled in her ear, biting the lobe as he rubbed her against him, pushing her toward culmination. “Do you want him inside you, his cock filling and stretching you? Slow and sweet at first, but then … you’ll be begging him for more, wanting him to fuck you hard and fast.”
Something inside her gave way, flooding her insides with molten heat. She arched, her head pressed back against the wall and her hips jerking against him, her breasts filling his palms as she shook and groaned through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” she hissed through a clenched jaw. “Yes … yes … yes.”
It was spectacular, this torrent of spasming, throbbing waves washing through her core, rippling outward on waves of blinding bliss. Her thighs gripped around his hips, the fluttering between her legs swelling and growing in intensity with each drag of her mound over his thigh, his hands tight and possessive against her buttocks. She lost herself to the moment, the pinpoints of the stars blurring overhead, and her awareness narrowing to the parts of her that reacted to such stunning ecstasy.
Eventually, it melted away, the pounding ripples receding and softening to slight flutters that slowly died away, leaving her trembling. He slowly eased her back to her feet, his hands holding fast to her waist, as if he sensed she needed