Hell or High Water (Deep Six #1)(82)

He slowly, reverently removed his fingers. Her body instantly missed his presence, her walls closing tight around the void he left behind. She opened her eyes to find the world just as it was before she’d left it. Warm, steamy, filled with Leo’s overwhelming sexual hunger. She was dizzy, panting. She got even dizzier when he lifted his hand and licked his fingers, closing his eyes so he could savor the taste of her.

Just the sexiest man alive. And still violently, hugely aroused. Damnit, Mortier!

She blew out a breath, dragged in another. And when she was steady enough, grounded once more in this universe, on this plane, she sunk to her knees. Determined to give him as much ecstasy as he’d just given her…





Chapter Seventeen


6:31 p.m.…

“Ah, hell,” Leo growled, his stomach muscles clenching, his dick jumping up and down like it was doing some sort of happy dance. Which it was. The happiest of dances. Because Olivia, beautiful, beloved Olivia was on her knees in front of him, licking her lips like she was preparing to taste.

He held his breath when she grabbed him by his base, curling her fingers around him and pulling him down because he was standing damn near vertical. He looked huge in her small hand. A rod of angry male flesh stretching the capacity of her feminine grip. She must have thought so too, because she hesitated, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

Lack of oxygen made him feel faint. The room was tilting on its axis, his heart was racing, and he was hotter, hornier than he’d ever been in his entire sorry life. Her orgasm…it’d been immense, unabashed, completely explosive. Her silky channels had become a molten vise around his fingers as she pulsed again and again, whispering his name, eyes squeezed shut, completely abandoned to the pleasure he gave her.

He’d almost gone off right along with her. Even after she’d released his cock to grab his shoulders and ride out her orgasm, it’d taken everything he had not to lose it. Just watching her, head thrown back, gorgeous nipples tightly furled and pointing toward the ceiling, breasts jiggling as she shook from rapture had been enough to have his balls buzzing for release. She was an amazingly erotic woman.

And now she was kneeling like a supplicant before him. The posture spoke to his basest instincts, to the animal in him. He wanted her to surrender to him, to service him. To submit her sweet feminine desire to his hot male dominance. Because he might be in love with her but, by God, he was no saint. Still a man with a man’s wicked, uncompromising needs.

She licked her lips again, her pink tongue an instrument of torture. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes. If his cock had a voice, it would have been howling for joy and begging for mercy. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please.

“Where to begin?” she said after a beat, grinning up at him, her blue eyes sparkling through the haze of steam.

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and realized his knees felt weak. It was a rhetorical question, but he answered it anyway. “I’ve…um…I’ve always heard it’s best to start at the top and work your way down.”

She chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, making the hair over his body stand stick-straight. Then she sobered as she glanced at his raging length, tilting her head this way and that as if she was truly wondering how she would manage. Her wet hair fell over her shoulders, one strand getting caught on her tight nipple and curling lovingly around it. “You realize this thing is completely intimidating, right?”

He wanted to feel her mouth on him so badly, but… “You don’t have to do it if you—Fuck me.” She swallowed his head in one gulp. “Olivia…” Her name was a hoarse moan, her mouth a hot, wet haven as he clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes closed. He panted, fisting a hand in her wet hair to hold her steady, to give himself time because that’s all it took, her mouth on him and he was close to losing it all over again.

She accommodated him for one second, two, keeping her lips and mouth motionless while he burned, while he ached, while his blood turned to lava and he fought for control. Then, as if she couldn’t stand it any longer, she flicked her tongue over his swollen head, bathed him, traced the weeping, tender slit, and he couldn’t have stopped her had he wanted to. For the record? He didn’t want to.

With a groan, he gently flexed his hips, careful to push in only a little further, mindful not to go too far, too fast. She hummed, the sound one makes when they’ve tasted something delicious, and he was able to unscrew his eyes long enough to glance down. Oh shit. The sight of her pink lips stretched tight around him was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, made sexier by the fact that their eyes clashed. She was looking up him, watching his reaction as she applied suction, her cheeks hollowing out.

A jolt of electricity shot up his spine until he shuddered, growled. And then she was working him over, sliding her fist along his shaft, bobbing her head, alternating sucking and laving.

“I won’t last long like this darlin’,” he warned, the muscles in his ass and thighs spasming with his fight to hold off.

With a strong suck that made a popping sound, he came free of her mouth. He thought he might die, just expire on the spot. And the urge to grab his glistening dick and shove it back between her wet, succulent lips was overwhelming.

“I don’t want you to last,” she said, eyes like sapphire lasers shooting up at him. And then she was the one to grab him and shove him back into her mouth. Sweet. Christ!