seam, as he added a second finger to join the first, filled the room.
She gave herself up to the moment, to the man. Surrendered to passion. When he nibbled on her clitoris—one of the many names he had taught her for that delightfully sensitive part of her body—she lost control. Perhaps it was the rawness of her emotion, the combination of having revealed her love to him, only to retract it, along with the potent, powerful act of making him spend and bringing him to his knees, literally, that made it happen.
Or mayhap it was merely Decker’s tongue, which was nothing short of magical as it played over her. Or it was his touch, deep inside her. Or the wicked words he said, the praise, the commands.
When he told her to come, how could she not, with his tongue precisely where she wanted it?
“That’s it, bijou,” he cajoled in that smooth-as-velvet baritone. “Spend on my tongue. I want to lick up your cream.”
All that sinfulness combined made her explode. Her climax raged through her, making dark stars pepper her vision. Making her heart beat like the hooves of a horse about to win a race. Faster, faster. Her breaths were ragged and harsh. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over her, imbuing her entire body with a rare, powerful…glow.
That was how she could describe it best.
She was glowing, humming, burning, from the inside out. But she was also whimpering, noisy, embarrassing herself. He had three fingers inside her now, stretching her, filling her, his mouth latched upon her pearl, sucking hard. One orgasm from her was not enough for him. Greedy, beautiful man.
He would wreck her, Elijah Decker, this man she loved.
She saw it in a flash as fresh ripples of pleasure washed over her. As she surrendered to his sensual torture. She was a carriage, out of control, about to topple on her side and roll down a cliff, to crash into a thousand splintered shards in the boulders below.
But that was one of the devils of life, was it not? Recognizing one’s fate did not necessarily render it any easier to resist. In this instance, it just made her want him that much more.
Was there something wrong with her?
She would fret over that later. Just as she would worry over those troubling words she had uttered in damning succession.
For now, Decker was on his feet. She had spent twice, beneath the delicious force of his tongue. But his starkly sensual visage said he wanted more.
“I want my cock inside you,” he rasped, holding his hands out to her.
She released her skirts and took them. He pulled her into a standing position, and she went willingly, her knees a bit wobbly. She felt akin to a newborn foal, testing out her legs for the first time.
“Do you want me, Josie?” he asked when she was on her feet, their bodies almost pressed together, chest to hip.
Her skirts billowed forth, crushing into him. She could not help but to notice that his lips were slick and dark, glistening. Her mark upon him, subtle as it was, sent a new sense of possession careening over her.
“Of course I want you. I have always wanted you, I think,” she admitted, realizing the truth for herself as the words fled her. “And I want you so much more now that I know the manner of man you are.”
His gaze searched hers. “The manner of man I am?”
“Yes, the man you are, Elijah Decker. You are good. Kind. Honorable.” She squeezed his fingers. “Sweet. Handsome. Shall I go on?”
He treated her to one of his rarer smiles, the sort that made his bright eyes sparkle and somehow rendered him more devastatingly handsome. “You may go on, darling, but I have a pressing need to finish what we have begun.”
As did she.
“Then finish it, sir,” she told him boldly, knowing he liked the way she had called him sir earlier.
“With pleasure.” He pulled her toward his desk, laying her hands flat on the polished edge. “Stay like this, darling.”
He was behind her, kissing her neck, her ear, tonguing the whorl, making her knees go weaker still. And then, her skirts were lifting once more. Although the summer day was warm and the air in the study was correspondingly stifling, the air on her bare thighs felt somehow cool. She shivered.
Decker guided her legs apart. And then his long fingers were upon her, finding the slit in her drawers yet again. He dipped into her cunny,