Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,46

days. He traced a finger up a creamy slope to the diamanté at the centre, then back down again. Goosebumps broke out on her skin and he looked at her. ‘Cold?’

Sadie shook her head. ‘I think I’m so hot I’m about to self-combust.’

He reached into the V and flicked open the front clasp, her large breasts spilling free. ‘You can say that again,’ he breathed reverently.

Sadie blushed at his scrutiny and tried to cover herself up out of habit. She’d spent a lot of years trying to disguise her breasts. For her father who’d wanted her to be a boy. For Leo who’d wanted them to be smaller. For her career so she could be taken seriously.

Kent pulled her arm away, planting it above her head as he stared at the perfection before him. ‘Don’t.’

She looked away from the wonder in his eyes, her belly squirming at his utter fascination. She’d seen that look too often when she’d got to this stage with previous partners. But in her experience they held more novelty value for men than forming any actual part of their sexual repertoire.

‘They’re too big,’ she muttered as she stared into the fire, embarrassed.

‘They’re perfect.’

Sadie looked at him. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me if they’re real?’

Kent shook his head as he cupped her breast where it naturally fell sidewards. ‘Nope. These,’ he said, stroking his fingers along the generous side swell, ‘are the real deal.’

And then, because he was practically salivating, he dropped his head and sucked a large round nipple deep into his mouth.

Sadie shut her eyes on a whimper that was almost primordial. His mouth was hot and her nipple even more so but it ruched as quickly as if Kent had placed an ice cube on it. She arched her back and he took it deeper.

Spots formed behind her eyes as he flicked his tongue and grazed his teeth across the sensitive nub. She cried out when he released it, from relief or frustration she wasn’t sure, but it was short-lived as he bent to suckle the other, his fingers moving to continue the torturous possession of the one recently released.

Heat started to ripple in little pools deep inside her belly and she lifted her hips restlessly as she cried out, ‘Kent.’

Kent lifted his head, desire pounding thick and sludgy through his veins. She looked utterly sexy with her head tossed back, her mouth parted and he quickly claimed it, plundering the soft recesses, soothing her whimpers with his tongue even as he stoked them higher by fondling and kneading her breasts.

‘Oh, God,’ Sadie whispered as Kent once again abandoned her mouth in favour of a nipple. She sucked in a breath, arching her back as his warm mouth closed over her and his fingers created havoc with the other.

Sadie couldn’t think. She could barely breathe as she rode the intense sensations battering her body. The ripples spread further to her thighs and radiated to her buttocks as the world became just Kent—his bare broad shoulders and his hot, hot mouth.

She was sure she was drooling.

She was definitely very, very ready.

Kent pulled away to look at the moist peak he’d just been savouring glisten in the firelight. ‘God, Sadie,’ he groaned. ‘I could do this all night.’

Sadie had a brief moment of clarity when she knew she’d never survive a night of this before he lowered his head to the closest nipple and the world went hazy again.

She cried out as his teeth grazed the tip, her muscles inside contracting hard at the sheer eroticism. Heat flooded into her pelvis. Her thighs grew heavy. Her belly tensed. She was barely aware of his hand finally relinquishing its torture of the other nipple as the ripples grew stronger, more rhythmic, syncing in with the swipes of Kent’s tongue.

Kent’s head spun at the desperate keening cries coming from somewhere at the back of Sadie’s throat. Her arousal was heady and his erection throbbed at every appreciative little whimper. Her nipples were hard and tight against his tongue, a stark contrast to the warm gooey marshmallow from before but no less sweet.

His hand stroked down her abdomen, swirling around her belly button, brushing lower, her soft sighs playing like a cheer squad in his head.

His fingers brushed the edge of her underwear, soft and gauzy, the little diamanté that had taunted him that night in the bathroom hard as the nipple in his mouth. He moved lower still, tracing his fingertips down over the outside of the