to the other. The moment he pulled on her aching bud with his lips and tongue, she felt a knot tighten in her core. She reached for the waist of her shorts.
He went still and drew away to watch her ease them down her body.
“Fuck, you’re natural.” He closed his eyes momentarily and then opened them again.
She hated waxing and shaving itched. She didn’t have anyone to please but herself, and until a movie role came along that required her being in a bikini, she didn’t care about sporting her natural curls down there.
She watched Bodhi drink in the sight of her body. The press could call her beautiful. The internet could revere her looks, and she could go onto the cover of any magazine on the store shelf, but she’d never felt as desirable as she did right this minute, beneath Bodhi’s burning gaze.
She wet her lips. “Do you like it?”
“Baby, can’t you tell?” He leaned back and molded the cotton of his boxers around his long, thick length. He stroked himself through his underwear, and she nearly orgasmed on the spot.
“Let me see you too,” she murmured.
Somehow, this felt like her very first time. Maybe because nobody ever looked at her this way. In a short time, Bodhi knew more about the hidden depths of her than almost anybody.
He pushed onto his knees. She stared up at him, tingling in places that’d never been stroked before. As he hooked his thumbs in his boxers and eased them down his washboard abs to the dip of muscle banded around his hips, she sucked in a gasp and held it.
When the rest of his underwear came off, revealing the mushroomed head swollen and leaking precum, she almost swallowed her tongue. She reeled it inside her mouth and moved to reach for him.
He swayed from her touch. “Not yet.”
Before she understood what was about to happen, he stretched out on the bed between her legs. With his face at her pussy, she grew aware of his hot breath washing over her flesh. He stared at her for so long she wondered if he’d changed his mind.
Then he thumbed apart her pussy lips.
“Oh my God,” she burst out.
He teased down over her seam, parting her to the slightest stroke of his thumb. He drew it to his mouth and licked the juices off the wide pad.
Shock tore across her senses. “Show me what kind of lover you really are, Bodhi.”
Holding her stare, he grated, “My pleasure,” before dipping his mouth to her pussy.
She lost her mind at the first swirl of his hot, wet tongue on her aching pussy. The need ricocheted through her body, zinging back and forth until she realized she held her breath and needed a gulp of air.
Her inner thighs trembled. Bodhi clamped his hand on them, pushing her legs up and apart to his feasting mouth.
He sank his tongue into her folds, burrowing downward until he breached her entrance. The first slick stab of his tongue in her canal had her hips rising off the bed to meet him.
A moan rumbled through him again as he tongue-fucked her over and over. She covered her straining nipples with her palms to help ease the ache, but it did nothing. She needed more.
“Please!”
He withdrew his tongue and in one long, slow lap, licked her pussy from bottom to top. The instant he settled his tongue over her nubbin, she succumbed to need and the feel of her lover’s mouth.
Chapter Five
North would pay for this later, after he gained full control of his mind.
For now, he would give his all, because he didn’t know how to live any other way. He never gave by halves—he wouldn’t now.
The feminine taste of Sloane drove him wild. His cock ached against the mattress, and he was far too aware that in one wrong brush of the covers, he’d embarrass prematurely.
As he teased up and down her folds, from drenched hole to hard nub, he groaned at the flavors coating his tongue. She liked her clit nibbled, he learned after only a few tries, and then he focused on tormenting her over and over. Tension shook her thighs around his ears, and her arousal dripped down his jaw.
Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifted her off the bed. She curled her nails into his shoulders and rocked into his mouth. He swiped his tongue over her bundle of nerves again, and this time he felt the change.
She clung to the edge. One more