Watch Me (17 page)
A whisper of misgiving shifted through her. “I’m afraid. I—I’ve never been tied down.”
He leaned over her, and Lauren felt his heat seep inside her, the brush of his bare skin arousing. “Get used to it. I’m going to love having you bound and under me so I can watch you come while you’re at my mercy.”
Oh, God.
He’d already stripped down to his skin. Now, he was stripping her of her defenses. His wicked words, coupled with the confession that he wanted her badly, tore away at her patience. But something tugged at her. Something familiar about his voice. Had she heard it somewhere?
A fast, fierce kiss put an end to the thought. His clever tongue swept through her mouth and captured hers. The kiss became a tango of shallow breaths and urgency, all fueled by his buttery-rich skill. He kissed her ruthlessly, like a man with just one thing on his mind. He was making her think about sex, too. In fact, she couldn’t think about anything else.
The cacophony of sensations ricocheted through her body, settling right where she ached like she’d been without sex for centuries, not a couple of years.
“Hurry,” she demanded.
“I’ve waited so damn long. I’m not rushing this.”
He’d waited? For her?
The puzzle made no sense, but his gruff whisper shot both a fresh thrill and a protest through her. Her body throbbed like a ceaseless toothache. He was going to make her wait.
“You’ve flushed the prettiest pink. Everything about you turns me on.” His raspy whisper throbbed inside her.
His voice…low and rough and arousing. A hint of something familiar. Should she know it?
Lauren frowned, trying to puzzle it out with her overheated brain. But he settled on top of her again, her sensitive breasts meeting the hot slab of his chest. Think tank time was over.
A light dusting of hair grazed her nipples. And he was hard everywhere—pecs, abs, cock, thighs—all taut and ready and covering her with the intent to take. Electricity sparked every sensitive spot on her skin. Lauren softened around him, her body fitting against him perfectly, molding her every curve to his hard angles. Amazing. Like pieces of a puzzle made for each other. Perfect.
She raised her hip to him. “Now.”
“I’m dying to.” The words were a tortured moan. “But I have to get my mouth on you first. I have to taste you.”
Before she could protest, his lips brushed the side of her breast. Heat curled everywhere he kissed and laved. He lifted his head, and Lauren swore she could
feel
his gaze on her nipples. More blood rushed to them, engorging them.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his tongue curled around the sensitive tip.
Pleasure washed over her, cascading down her senses like a hot fall of liquid desire. She moaned, arched toward him—and he rewarded her by sucking her breast deep into his mouth. Voracious. His hard pulls tugged the ache between her legs into something sharp and impatient. A gentle scrape of his teeth, a subtle nip, then explosions of sensation detonated all through her, and she cried out.
“So responsive,” he praised as he transferred his attention to her other nipple.
He laved it with the same care, a hard suck, a small stinging bite. The pleasure ratcheted up, the ache clamping down deep in her sex. She clenched her hands into fists. Perspiration filmed her chest. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
Lauren could only want.
And when he smoothed his palm down her belly, yanked off her thong, and slid his hot finger through her aching wet slit, she cried out.
“Oh, hell,” he panted against her breast. “You’re bare. Do you shave?”
“Wax,” she moaned.
“That’s so damn sexy.”
It was merely cleaner to her, but everything he did was sexy. Everything he said made her feel sexy. No one had made her feel like a desirable woman in a
very
long time. She wanted more. Now. She opened her mouth to make a demand of her own when he circled his fingers around her swollen, humid opening, sensitizing her to his touch. Before she could take another breath, he plunged two fingers deep.
Oh, God. She was dissolving. Disintegrating. Coming apart already. How much of her mind would she lose if he thrust his cock inside her?
“I knew you’d feel amazing,” he groaned.
But she barely heard. Pleasure ripped a cry from her throat. He was sending her into a spiral she had never experienced, had barely imagined in her wildest fantasies. And he thought
she
was amazing?
He twisted his fingers inside her and hooked them upward, reaching a sensitive spot in her slick channel that nearly had her coming off the bed. And if he kept touching her there, she’d be coming. Period. Lauren thrust her hips up and pleaded, “Now. Please.”
“Soon.”
“But—”
As he thrust his fingers deep again, she felt him shake his head. No. Damn!
Soft strands of his hair tickling her skin as he shifted down, his mouth leading the way. Pressing soft kisses on her shoulder, the side of her breast, her belly…lower, she gasped, writhed, moaned.
“I’ve got to taste you.” The words were a harsh whisper against the bare flesh of her sex as he rubbed and pressed against the ultra-sensitive spot inside her. “Open for me, Lauren.”
She did, probably setting a new world record as she bent her knees, raised to him in invitation. Ready, eager, for him to envelop her, fill her…fulfill her.
“You’re damn tight,” he gritted, maneuvering his fingers into the hot depths of her sex. “How long has it been?”
She was about to explode into a million pieces and he wanted her to answer a question? “Two years, “ she gasped. “And a few months.”
“Then let’s make sure you’re good and wet before I fuck you. Because I’m going to tonight. Hard.”
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