Her lips trembled. She couldn’t change her mind. She didn’t have the strength.
“I can’t. Help me, Navarro.” Because she knew this was a mistake, she could feel it, that edge of warning burning in the back of her senses.
His lips tightened as a growl suddenly rumbled hard and deep in his chest.
“Your choice. Not mine.”
His fingers slid through the saturated slit of her pu**y, the roughened caress further exciting the sensitive nerve endings that lay beneath the swollen folds as he went to his knees in front of her.
She couldn’t stand.
As though his kneeling before her, hard hands gripping her hips, his lips brushing against her lower belly, were too much, Mica felt the strength leave her legs.
She eased back, at first only sitting on the bed, her fingers moving to his head, playing with the long, dark strands of his hair as his tongue ran over the swollen mounds of her br**sts once again.
“Lie back for me, Mica.” His head lifting, his hands gripping her hips to pull her to the edge of the bed, Navarro eased back slowly. “I just want to taste you, sweetheart.”
A punch of sensation, hard and vibrant hot, slammed into her womb at the huskily spoken words.
Just taste her?
She eased back, feeling his lips stroke across her abdomen as his hands pressed against her inner thighs in a silent prompt to part them.
Staring down her body, Mica watched. The way his long hair framed his face, his black eyes, onyx bright as he parted the curl-soaked folds with his hands before his head lowered. Then, with a low, desperate moan, she watched as his head lowered and he delivered a firm, suckling kiss to the tortured, silky wet bud of her clitoris.
A sizzling, erotic firestorm seemed to whip through her, jerking her hips upward, her knees lifting to grip his hips as she arched, desperate to drive her pu**y closer to the suckling heat of his mouth.
Burying her hands in his hair as though she could hold him to her, force him to end the torturous pleasure raging through her.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this without mating heat, was it?
“Like melted sugar,” he spoke against the ultrasensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves he’d held captive.
“I knew your pu**y would taste this sweet, Mica.”
She tasted sweet? Was that a good thing? Did she really care? Did anything matter but easing the burning need raging through her?
His gaze lifted, the jewel-bright black glittering in his bronze face.
As she watched, her eyes locked with his, his head lowered once again, and then Navarro got serious about the pleasure. Wicked, confident and experienced, his tongue raked in an erotic circular motion around her clit as one hand lifted, the thumb tucking between the soaked folds of flesh to find the entrance to her clenched vagina.
He pressed against the fragile opening, rotated his thumb and his lips covered her clit.
Mica jerked, completely unbalanced by the sensation whipping through her and the tension building inside her. There was no way to stop it, no way to catch her breath or her control.
Her hips arched; the need to get closer, for more, to find the end to the delicious pressure building behind her clit drove her.
Hunger was like a fever raging inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him. Enough of his touch, enough of the pressure barely pressing into her pu**y, enough of his tongue flickering in ever tightening circles against her clit.
The building, pulsating waves began to burn, to flame, her stomach tightening, her womb clenching as her breath caught.
She could feel the edge, so close, pulling her over, looming like a specter of ecstasy, when suddenly, it was gone.
In a single breath Navarro was off her, the comforter flipping over her even as he jerked her from the bed to the floor.
She wasn’t stupid. She’d learned, trained with the Breeds in how to protect herself and how to help any Breed bodyguard in her protection.
Without being ordered to do so, Mica rolled to the side of the wall, flipped the comforter back from her face, and stared at the scene before her in shock.