Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(31)

Her eyelids grew heavy and her voice rasped through him in all the right places, “I don’t want my hands, I want yours. And your mouth.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get my mouth.” He maneuvered himself between her thighs, slipped his hands behind her knees and splayed them up and wide. “My mouth, my fingers and every inch of my cock.”

He should have braced. Or at least had the common sense not to let his gaze trail down to her exposed sex. Beautiful. A thin strip of closely cropped blonde as white as the hair on her head and her pretty pink center just waiting for his undivided attention. Her clit was already so hard it peeked out from its hood and her labia glistened in the lamplight. He dove in, bypassing all preamble in favor of a direct assault and licking straight through her slit.

Darya bucked against his mouth and cried out, not one of the Russian words she uttered anything he understood, but sounded fantastic spilling from her lips. She widened her knees and her fingers tangled in his hair holding him in place. As if there was a snowball’s chance in hell of him moving from this spot before she came on his tongue.

With another long swipe, he slowly lifted his gaze and nearly came at the sight.

She watched him. Openly. Her lips parted as her breath sawed in and out on heavy pants. A shining angel caught in a debauched moment.

He flicked her clit with his tongue and plunged one finger inside her. “This what you want?”

Her eyes widened and she rolled her hips. “More.”

Now, that was a word he understood. He added a second and pumped deeper.

She moaned and fisted her hands in his hair. “Yes. Just like that.” Her hips rocked, over and over, eyes riveted to his work. She licked her lower lip and her voice dropped to a husky pitch that drew his nuts up tight. “I imagined this. Wanted it.”

God, so had he. Though, not once had he imagined she’d be this candid. This comfortable and direct in her sexuality. Combined with her responsiveness, she was a fresh new addiction just waiting to happen. “Yeah?” he muttered over her sex, his warm breath ricocheting off her flesh and eliciting a tiny whimper. “You come from my mouth in your fantasies, or my cock?”

“Both.” An instant answer and insistent demand all rolled up into one.

He lifted his head just enough to grin up at her, crooked his wrist for just the right angle and growled against her clit. “Then sweetheart, that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”

The pads of his fingertips brushed the dimpled sweet spot along her front wall just as his mouth closed around her and suckled deep.

Her back bowed in a beautiful arch and her pert nipples jutted straight for the ceiling. With every brush of his fingers, her hips jerked and the muscles around his fingers quavered. So close. So damned close. He slipped in a third finger, her slickness easily letting him play and stretch her for his cock. He hummed and gently crazed her clit with his teeth.

“Knox!”

Hard and fast, her pussy contracted around his fingers, the sheer strength of the reaction making his shaft throb in anticipation. Her scent and taste engulfed him. A lethal mix of sin and sweetness. Not giving her a chance to level out, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, spearing deep to gather every drop while he rubbed out her release. Fuck, but he needed inside her. Needed that fierce catch and release rippling up and down his cock.

He nipped the inside of one thigh and landed a sharp smack on the outside of the other. “Hands and knees. Now.”

Rather than follow his instruction, she slid her fingers between her legs, milking out the dregs of her release with a slow pump and glide. Her lips held a languid smile and her eyelids hung heavy like a milk-drunk kitten. Her husky voice mixed with her accent made her sound like a film noir starlet. “You’re being bossy.”

He pushed off the bed, shoved his jeans and briefs free and snagged a condom from his pocket in record time. His cock bobbed tall and eager, so engorged with blood it was a wonder he could stand at all. “You feel good?”

Her gaze dropped to his cock. “Oh, yes.”

He grinned and ripped open the condom. “Then I’d say bossy’s working just fine.” Gloved up, he crawled onto the bed, grabbed her at the waist and flipped her over. “Now, ass up, face to the mattress. I’ve got work to do.”

On his knees behind her, he couldn’t see her face, but her low and wicked chuckle said game on. Sure enough, she slowly widened her knees and lifted her perfect heart-shaped ass. If that wasn’t a drop dead sexy enough move on its own, she tossed her head, peeked at him over one shoulder and glided her fingers through her slit, picking right back up where she’d left off. “You work. I’ll play.”

Hell, yeah.

He palmed her hips and nudged his glans against her entrance. His whole damned body lit up on contact, a powerhouse current jolting through him that could have powered all of Dallas for a solid twenty-four hours.

She arched her back higher, offering herself in the most carnal way.

The sight was hands down the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. His thick cock, dark and insanely hard, poised and ready to tunnel into her soft pink pussy. But more than that, the moment felt huge. Life altering in a way he couldn’t have stepped back from even at gunpoint. He pressed forward, the whole damned world narrowing down to that single moment. To the feel of her sex taking him in and making him whole.

“Knox.” His name on her lips sounded like a prayer, which was good because he needed one. A huge one if he had any hopes of keeping his balance with this woman. Her scent. Her breathy moans. The forthright way she owned her sensuality and grabbed for what she wanted. It was intoxicating. A fix no man in his right mind would ever want to kick.