Ride the Tide (Deep Six #3) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,88

she straddled him and pressed his hands over his head. “No touching. No fondling. No kissing. It’s my turn.”

“How ’bout breathing?” He blew across her nipples because, in this position, her breasts dangled dangerously close to his face.

Her eyes briefly crossed, but she had the wherewithal to sit up and remove herself from temptation.

“Breathing is totally acceptable,” she told him, donning the imperious tone of a schoolmarm.

His pulse hammered in the big veins snaking up each side of his throat. Color flooded his face. What she planned on doing obviously excited him.

It excited her too. The flesh between her thighs grew achy and wet.

“This isn’t fair,” he complained. “I didn’t say you couldn’t touch me at all. I only said—”

“Shh,” she scolded. “My turn. My rules. I expect you to follow them just like I followed yours. Is that understood?” She lifted a haughty eyebrow.

He grumbled something so wonderfully dirty it made her cheeks flame.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” And then she kissed him. Kissed the chocolate off his bottom lip, sharing it with him by delving her tongue deep inside his mouth.

It wasn’t chocolate syrup like Chrissy had said. It was better. Alex far preferred icing.

“I’m not doing this to torture you.” She kissed her way to his ear. “I’m doing this because when you touch me, I can’t think. And I want to think, Mason. I want to see and touch. I want to feel and taste. All of you. Every sweet inch.”

She dropped her head to lick his pulse point, loving the feel of his heart hammering against her tongue.

“You stole my line,” he accused through gritted teeth.

“It’s a good line,” she teased, tonguing the chocolate off his collarbone and then quickly making her way to his nipple.

When she closed her mouth over it and sucked, she assumed he was fully on board with her plan because he didn’t utter another objection. Instead, he got a better grip on the blanket over his head by balling the fabric between his fingers.

By the time she got to the dollop of chocolate on the head of his penis, he was covered in sweat and trembling. A wicked smile curved her lips when she asked, “Are you ready?”

“I was born ready.”

“Now who’s stealing lines?” she teased.

His chuckle turned into a deep, desperate gasp when she took him into her mouth, chocolate and all.

Chapter 24

3:33 p.m.

Mason. Was. Changed.

Whatever Alex had done to him, some sort of strange alchemy he’d never experienced before—which, yes, he got the irony considering he was the one supposed to be showing her all the moves—had re-formed him on a molecular level.

There was the Mason who existed before. There was the Mason who existed after.

After Mason understood pleasure on a whole new level.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see her there, kneeling between his thighs, her hands working his shaft while her cheeks hollowed out from the force of her sucking. She was a savant. Despite her inexperience, she’d known just how to touch him, how to lick him to have his entire sex going nuclear.

And she’d done it over and over and over again. Brought him to the brink, and then backed him away until, finally, he’d begged her to take pity on him.

She had, and his orgasm had been… There were no words to describe it. Except to say once again that he was changed.

Turning his head, he found her lying beside him, propped up on her side watching him. The smile on her face was one of extreme self-satisfaction.

“Where in the world did you learn to do that?” His voice sounded like it’d been run over by a tank.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s called edging. There are entire websites dedicated to it. I studied up.”

Of course she had. Because Alex never took on any task without first educating herself. Later, he knew the thought of her watching dirty videos in an effort to learn ways to blow his fucking mind would make him hard as a rock. But currently, he was more spent than he’d ever been in his life.

“How’d I do?” she asked cheekily.

“Minx, you know damn well how you did.” He poked at his thigh. “Right now I’m trying to decide if my legs will ever work again.”

Truly, he was completely numb from the waist down. But little tremors of electric delight still played at the base of his spine.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She patted his shoulder and then pushed to her feet. Grinning