Follow Your Heart (Catalina Cove #4) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,69

gearing up for a third. For some reason he felt she needed a third and he wanted to give it to her. “Tell me what you want,” he repeated.

“I want your mouth there,” she whispered against his lips. “No man’s mouth has ever been there and I need to know how it feels.”

He blinked. Had she just confessed that no man had ever gone down on her before? This beautiful, curvaceous, sensuous woman. What kind of inept men had she been dating in her lifetime? He quickly decided he would take care of that oversight right now.

As he eased her back on the blanket, her legs seemed to automatically open. He slid down her shorts and her panties right along with them. When he revealed her womanhood, which looked so damn perfect, he had to bite back a groan. And just to think no other man’s mouth had touched this. He felt like one lucky bastard.

He licked his lips and when she moaned his name, he shifted his gaze to her face. At that moment, he felt a deep kick in the chest, close to his heart. He went still, glad the moment had passed, but he knew it had left something behind. A tenderness he’d never felt for a woman before. He wondered where the hell that had come from and why. But he didn’t have time to ponder that perplexing question. Right now, his tongue was anxious to get inside of her and he couldn’t wait a minute longer.

Reaching out, he began fingering her between her legs and found her wetter than before. He watched her raise her hips as a bolt of desire shot through every part of him.

He placed his hands on each side of her hips and began tracing her own wetness across her thighs. He then eased his hands under her bottom and whispered, “I’m going to place your legs on my shoulders, baby.” This would give him easier access to the part of her that he wanted, that his mouth was watering for.

“I want to make this good for you, Lyric.” He doubted she knew just how much he meant that. “Just close your eyes and enjoy.”

He leaned in and buried his head between her legs. He’d never known his tongue to be this ravenous, penetrate so deeply, lap so greedily. It was as if her taste was one he’d been waiting his entire life to sample and now that it was here he couldn’t get enough. When she began moving against his mouth for deeper penetration, he began sucking hard and nibbling her clit with his teeth. If there was any way he could mark this, he would. Even if such a thing wasn’t possible, he intended to leave her with the reminder that as her first, he had been worth waiting for.

He could feel her body jerk against his mouth and his tongue released her clit to begin doing his special kind of twirling motion inside of her. When her legs tightened around his neck, he recognized her impending orgasm and was ready for it.

He gripped her hips tighter and his tongue went deeper and began eating away at her like it was his last meal. The scream that erupted from her lips might have scared off the birds, and might have even carried far enough to have disturbed the creatures of the sea. What it did for him was nearly push him over the edge to do something in his pants he hadn’t done since his teen years.

He fought to hold back his own release to make sure—absolutely sure, doubly sure—that she got hers. Her second scream and the trembling of her thighs and hips were clear indications that she had. She began moaning and the sound made his heart pound and the lower part of him ache, but he refused to remove his mouth from her until the last spasm had left her body.

Moments later, when it had, he leaned back on his haunches and stared down at her. She was naked except for her bra, which he hadn’t clasped back in place. Her body had gone still, and her eyes were closed. As he continued to stare down at her, her eyes slowly opened and met his gaze, and her lips eased into a smile. A smile he’d put there.

Right now, an emotion he’d never felt before seemed to take control of him and he tried fighting it off. He didn’t understand it and didn’t want to deal