Ripper (Hunter #1)(67)

“That’s rude,” I said even as I squirmed under his assault. One hand firmly caressed my ass. I tried to breathe, to get enough oxygen into my lungs that they would start to function again.

He kissed up the length of my spine, running his tongue along my curves as though he was prepared to taste every inch of me. There was nothing for me to do but lie there and let him worship me. That’s what it felt like. It felt like adoration, like I was worthy. Yes, what was happening was sexual, but Gray was right. There was so much more to it.

He flipped me over again and when I glanced down, his face hovered on my *. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes but not before I saw a rush of satisfaction.

“Spread your legs for me, Kelsey.” He was up on his knees and I could barely take my eyes off the sight of that big cock jutting out proudly from between his legs. It curved about halfway up his flat stomach. His hand came out and stroked it up and down while he waited for me to comply.

I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to do. I hadn’t liked it at all the one time a guy had tried it on me. It was awkward and he’d bitten me a little too hard.

“I don’t like that.” I pressed my legs firmly together.

“I didn’t ask you what you liked,” Gray said and I could feel he was being patient with me and that his patience was rapidly coming to an end. “I told you to spread your legs. You promised to trust me. Give me two minutes. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Now, obey me and spread your legs or that exotic play might come sooner than you think.”

His voice had reached a dark, deep place and I was fairly certain he’d threatened to spank me. Though I certainly wouldn’t have admitted it to him at the time, the idea kind of got me hot, too.

Two minutes. I could last two minutes. It would be embarrassing, but Gray wanted it and maybe part of pleasing Gray was taking risks. With conscious will, I forced my legs apart and allowed Gray to slide his body between them.

“You’re so pretty.” I could feel the warmth of his breath on my sensitive flesh. He kissed me lightly and I tried to not shake. Again, I should have listened to him. This felt one hundred percent different than some drunk guy. He didn’t dive right in and I started to think that Gray didn’t do anything fast. He took his time, enjoyed himself fully.

“I’m going to shave you,” he promised, rubbing his fingers across the curls on my *. “You’ll be gorgeous bare and I’ll be able lick every inch of you. I want you to think about that for a minute. I want you to think about how good it will feel when my tongue dives deep inside. I can f*ck you with my tongue. I can worship you, licking every sweet inch of this *.”

His tongue flicked out and barely touched my clit. He stopped and then gave it a single long lick.

“Oh, god.” I was on the verge of something. Something good.

He hovered there, letting the heat of his breath wash over me, teasing and tantalizing me until I was taut and strung, like a harp waiting to be plucked. “Oh, I think I spent my whole two minutes talking about eating your * instead of actually doing it. Does that make you happy, baby?”

He was such a bastard. He was going to make me say it. He wasn’t going to let me take the easy way out. He gave me a choice. Keep my mouth shut and he would stop and then I might save face, but I wouldn’t know where all this led to. Or I could give him what he wanted.

“Don’t stop, Gray.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Gray asked with a satisfied look in his eyes. “Would you like me to do that again?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to hold out on him. God, if he would do that again I might come, really come, like the books described or they talked about in the movies but people like me thought was all bullshit. If he sucked me there I thought I would be able to fly.

His head came up, a curious and mischievous look in those gorgeous eyes. “I’m surprised because I thought you didn’t like it.”

I kicked at him as much as I could with him between my legs. “Jerk, you started this.”

The lines of his face tightened, his eyes darkening to that deep violet I’d come to know meant he was emotional. “Give me what I want.”

Somehow I knew. He didn’t want me to beg. He wanted the truth—our truth. “It’s better because it’s you. I want it because it’s you.”

“And it only works this way because it’s you, baby.” He settled between my legs again. “And I didn’t start this, but I do promise I will finish it. I will never leave you unsatisfied.”

Two fingers began to move inside me, filling up my *. I was wet, wetter than I’d imagined I could be, and Gray reveled in it. He seemed to love it, groaning as I pushed onto his tongue, practically begging him for more. He set a staccato rhythm with his fingers and when he sucked my clit between his teeth, I cried out and shook as everything below my waist came apart. It was strong and powerful and I sobbed, unable to stop the emotion that flowed as righteously as the pleasure.

Tears flowed freely down my face when Gray covered my body with his and he used the little key to release my hands.

“I think I want your arms around me, too,” he whispered as he tossed the cuffs and panties aside.

His eyes met mine, holding them as if he knew this was an important moment and not time to play games. I felt the broad head of his cock at the juncture of my body, but he hesitated.