boards and an errant stick.
“They numb it, and I close my eyes.”
Logical. He’d endure when he had to, but not by choice. Smart too.
She shifted her hips up, bit her lip when his gaze dropped to focus on her spread legs. He ran a single finger through her wetness in one slow swipe. Heat rushed up her abdomen and down her thighs. Her nipples puckered, prickles covering her chest in a wave of added sensation.
His lids were half lowered when he met her gaze, sucked his finger into his mouth. Oh, God. They moaned in unison, the harmony holding in her ears.
He pulled the digit out in a seductive suck and release before making another pass through her heat. He circled her channel, dipped in. She clamped around it, her muscles contracting to hold tight, but he slipped it out against her mumbled protest. His eyes sparked, lips quirking.
Her mouth was parted to allow air to her lungs, yet it didn’t feel like enough. He was mesmerizing as he leaned forward to hold his wet finger over her lips. The musky scent of her arousal hit her nose on her first inhalation. A part of her was shocked, another part so turned on she could barely catch her breath.
Her fingers dug into the bedding, yet she didn’t move to stop him when he lowered his finger to her lips.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured. “In both places.” He traced his finger over her upper then lower lip, eyes tracking the motion. “I want to taste them together. Catch every flavor of you at once.”
Oh... Her brain shorted out when she caught the heated intensity in his eyes, the pungent scent of her juices. Erotic and more right than anything she’d ever experienced.
“Then do it,” she ordered, pulse raging. Anticipation scorched her nerve endings until every shift of air sang over her skin.
Her chest hitched with each panting breath as the very tip of his tongue snaked out to edge a line along her bottom lip. Her mouth parted more, the urge to surge up and steal a kiss was countered by the desire to see what he did next.
He’d thoroughly claimed her that time on the couch, and she had no doubt he could—would—do it again.
If she could wait.
She panted into his mouth, catching the heat of his breath and a repeated influx of her arousal. But she also found a bit of his scent, of the deeper musk that rose from his excitement. It blended and melded together like their mutual moans of pleasure.
Her breath hitched when he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, teeth capturing it before he let it slip free. He licked his lips, eyelids dropping on an exhale. “Delicious.”
Automatically, her tongue snaked out to verify his claim. Was it that good? The tang hit her taste buds, muted but distinct. Unique without a specific flavor. She was licking her upper lip before she thought about it, hunting for more.
His knowing grin had her freezing.
“Have you ever tasted your own come?” she asked, brows lowering in a dare for him to lie. Did guys do that? Taste their come? It wasn’t a topic she’d covered with her brothers.
“Yes.” He dipped to kiss her fully, licking the last of her juices from her lips before thrusting into her mouth, his hard response as erotic as his actions. The thought of him licking his come off her sent another blast of wild desire through her.
She met his advance, staking her own dominance as he did his. This was give and take, power and passion too knotted to unwind.
He dropped to his elbows, abdomen nestling against hers. She dug her heels into his hips, pushed up in a silent plea to be filled. One part of her brain was latched on the swirl of his tongue over hers, the other on the nudge and slide of his cock along her heat. So close but not in. Her stomach cramped, thighs tensing.
She needed him in her.
He jerked back, panting beneath desire-heavy eyes, and reached to align himself. Her gasp was a sharp inhale when his crown entered her then stopped. Passion, need and more clung to his features, his braced arms quivering. “I can love you.”
Her breath was gone, there was absolutely no air in her lungs after those words. He slid into her, filling her as no other ever had. Deep and steady until there was nothing but them. One, not two. She was certain of that, had never