Another woman would have missed the hitch in his voice, the desire in it. The proof that he was not unmoved. But Hattie—perhaps because she’d never heard such a sound before—did not miss it. And she found she rather liked it. With her free hand, she reached for him, pulling his lips to hers, kissing him like the wanton she’d become with him. And when she pulled back from the caress, their breathing harsh, she became that woman. “You wish me to command you?”
He didn’t look away. Wouldn’t let her. His fingers, wicked and wonderful, kept stroking over her. “I do.”
This time, when she applied pressure, he did the same. Her gasp was punctuated by his long curse, scandalous and delicious. He leaned down and kissed her neck, scraping his teeth over her skin as he growled, “Christ, that’s perfect.” She rocked her hips at the words, and he bit her gently, the sting a perfect complement to the soft pleasure below. “Use me.”
She did, guiding him until the pressure was perfect, letting her thighs fall open as he learned her pleasure, the weight of it, the speed of it, the way it wound her tighter and tighter.
She gasped his name. “Please.”
He lifted his head, finding her eyes as he found a spot she’d never discovered on her own. “Ahh,” he said. “Right there, isn’t it?” One of his long fingers slid deep inside her, his thumb swirling at the point where every bit of her pleasure had distilled. “So pretty and wet, my gorgeous girl,” he whispered, and she was lost to his low, lush words, pouring from him as she moved against him.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist. “Don’t stop.”
“Not for anything, love.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’ve never seen anything like you taking your pleasure. Like you riding my touch until you own it. It’s enough to put a man to his knees.”
She closed her eyes at the words, at the way they rioted through her, winding the spring tighter. “Please,” she panted.
“Once you’ve found it, I’m going to give it to you again.”
She clung to him. “Harder.”
He pressed more firmly, swirled in a tighter circle. “With my mouth . . .”
“Faster.”
Faster.
“More.”
More.
“And after my mouth . . . I’m going to make you come on my cock.”
“Oh, God,” she gasped. Pleasure slammed through her, nearly impossible to believe, and she was clinging to him, desperate for it to go on forever even as she begged for it to stop. He somehow knew what to do—stopping but not leaving her, pressing the heel of his palm tightly to the center of her pleasure as she went boneless beneath him.
He kissed her, long and slow as she returned to the moment, ending the caress in a delicious suck that had her sighing. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, leaning down to suck one aching nipple.
She turned toward him, her fingers coming to play in his hair. “Thank you.”
He laughed against her skin, the breath of the sound sending a delicious shiver through her. “Don’t thank me, love. It was a fucking gift.”
She didn’t have time to blush at the foul language, as he began to move down her body, pressing kisses over her skin as he settled between her thighs. Hattie’s eyes opened. “You can’t—”
“Mmm,” he said, ignoring the words as he parted her folds, meeting her gaze over her body. “You cannot believe I would see you here, laid out for me like a banquet, and not want to feast. You cannot believe I would not feast for days.”
She caught her breath, the memory of the pleasure she’d experienced at his mouth impossible to ignore. “Yes,” she said, her hand sliding over his head.
His eyes went heavy with desire as she fisted her fingers in his hair.
She smiled. “You like that.”
He didn’t respond, instead setting his mouth to her, pressing his tongue into her softness in a long, lingering lick that had her serving herself to him. He groaned, settling in, savoring her taste, making love to her with slow, nearly unbearable strokes.
“Whit,” she whispered, writhing beneath him, pulling him tight to her, unable to stop herself as he found the aching point of her with long, slow, gentle licks that set her on fire. “More.”
She was greedy for him, for his touch, for his kiss as he grasped her bottom, lifting her up to his mouth. Her eyes opened, and she met