Blacklisted (Loveless, Texas #3) - Jay Crownover Page 0,56
thighs. I brushed my thumb along the surface, watching her eyes for any sign she wanted me to stop or back off. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, and her nails dug painfully into my skin. She looked a little bit excited and slightly curious, as if all of this between us was new and unexplored.
I traced a zigzag line up the sensitive skin on the inside of her leg, watching as goose bumps lifted across her skin. Her muscles tensed, but when I got to the apex of her thigh, I could tell her body was already warm and welcoming. The secret, sensitive center between her legs was wet and quivering at the slightest contact. Her skin was smooth and silky, but the place I was sinking my searching fingers into was even more so.
We both let out a low moan at the contact. Presley’s head fell backward and knocked against the mirror. I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but I had my mouth sealed over her rosy nipple and wasn’t about to be deterred from driving her slowly out of her mind with pleasure.
Her body responded immediately to my touch, quivering and shaking around each stroke. I felt heat and moisture build. I felt the way her body tightened and heard the way her breath caught. One of her hands ended up in my hair, and she pulled each time I slid my thumb along her damp folds in search of that spot I knew would make her forget her name.
Since she was already bowed back, I licked my way down her breastbone, arrowing straight across her stomach, stopping briefly to tease the tiny indent of her belly button, before moving my mouth to the place where my fingers were playing. I had to get on my knees to get where I was going, not something I did for just anyone. But, if there was anyone deserving to have the world kneel before her, it was Presley Baskin. She’d been through so much and faced it all stoically and solitarily. She might have been the toughest woman I’d come across, and she didn’t even have a clue as to her own power.
She was special. And I was the lucky bastard who got to show her just how special she was.
My fingers and mouth moving in tandem, I touched and tasted, stroked and sucked. I did my best to take her apart, her body responding beautifully to every caress and sensation. I could hear her panting above me. I felt her holding on to my head like she would fly away if she loosened her grip. I heard my name said in a bunch of different ways, but my favorite was when she screamed it in surprise as she finally came apart on my tongue. Her body released in a rush, and I wanted to savor every drop.
She was still quivering and quaking when I pulled away. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and leaned forward so I could place a biting kiss on the inside of her creamy thigh. It was a place that no one but me should see, and I got off on the idea of her wearing my mark in such a secret, sensitive place.
I got to my feet and put my hands on the edge of the vanity near her hips. Her eyes were at half-mast, and she almost looked drunk. I wanted to pat myself on the back for putting that dreamy, satisfied expression on her face.
“I’m gonna turn the shower off. Why don’t you go lay back down for a little bit, and when you get up, you can start the day all over with a better outlook.”
I reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face as her brows puckered. She looked at me, gaze full of questions, but instead of letting her ask them, I dropped a hard kiss on her mouth and said, “I told you, I need you to let me take care of you.”
I was starting to see that there were going to be times when I needed her to take care of me, and times when we needed to take care of each other if we were going to keep going down this road. “I’ve never needed anything like that before. It’s as much a first for me, as relying on someone else is for you.”