Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,51
a sight for my jaded eyes.
I wasn't feeling jaded now.
Kneeling in front of her, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the inside of her thigh. Her skin was warm and smooth, and she gave a light shiver when I trailed my lips higher.
She murmured, "This isn't what I expected."
Me neither. And I liked that, too. She had me surprising myself, which hadn't happened in a long while.
What was it about her, anyway?
When my lips drifted closer to the center, she made that same sound – that half whimper, half moan. My pulse jumped, and my erection throbbed. When I reached the intersection of her thighs and zoomed in on that special spot – yeah, I knew the one – she said on a ragged breath, "Oh, wow."
Wow was right. I tasted her with my tongue, and suckled her with my mouth.
I felt her hands in my hair, and heard the soft sounds she made as I learned exactly what she liked and filed it away for future reference – because I knew one thing already. One taste wouldn't be enough.
Already, her thighs were straining, and her pelvis was rising and falling – not a lot, but enough to let me know that I wasn't the only one loving this.
As I suckled her center, I lifted my hand and trailed my fingers along the inside of her thigh, loving the silky smoothness of her skin and the trail of goosebumps I left in my wake.
She was so responsive and so sweet, that I felt a warmth growing inside me – a warmth I hadn't felt in a very long time.
When I reached up and stroked her opening, she made a little moan that had me feeling like a teenager all over again – too eager and too ready for anyone's good.
But I hadn't been a teenager for a long time, and I knew the value of waiting. I decided right then and there that when I finally took her, it wouldn't be here in the pantry.
It would be up in my bedroom, where I could lay her across my bed, and do more than taste her.
As I suckled her center, I claimed her with my finger, and then another. She was sweet and tight, and so very wet that I almost moaned myself.
In a hoarse whisper, she said, "You're really good at that."
I smiled against her skin. "I know."
She started to laugh, probably at my arrogance. Hell yeah, I was arrogant. But I knew what I was good at, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it.
I turned her laughter into moans by nibbling at her clit just the way she liked while I caressed her insides with my fingers.
Oh, yeah, she was definitely on the edge.
I was tempted to let up, to take her almost there and back again maybe a few more times, before giving her the release she obviously craved.
But I couldn’t stop, because I didn't want to. I wanted to hear her sounds and feel her convulse, and then take her up to my bedroom and claim her right and proper in my king-sized bed.
When she shuddered again and cried out her release, her slick walls closed around my fingers, filling me with the warm anticipation of what I'd be doing next.
But not here.
I smiled against her skin. Upstairs.
Chapter 32
Cami
Oh. My. God.
Mason was full of surprises. Gone was the cold and distant boss. And in his place was the best lover I'd ever had.
And we hadn't technically had sex.
Not yet.
But he had made me very happy. No faking needed.
After he'd given me the best oral sex of my life, he'd stood and taken off his suit-jacket. He'd wrapped it over my shoulders, telling me, "I'm taking you upstairs."
I loved that about him. He was the kind of guy who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't shy about taking the lead.
It was so freaking sexy that I forgot to be self-conscious, even as I shrugged into his suit coat and let him pull me to my feet. I fell into his arms, where he kissed me hot and heavy, giving me a taste of not only his tongue, but of my own arousal, still fresh on his lips.
I should've been embarrassed, not only by the taste, but by the fact that my pajama pants – and my panties, too – were still down around my ankles, leaving my pelvis bare as I leaned into his kiss and gave as good as I got.