Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(46)

She gave into temptation and let her hands steal under the hem of his T-shirt, the worn soft cotton a stark contrast to the hot hard muscle beneath her palms. “The last time you never let me take you in my mouth. I want to start there.”

His mouth curved in a wicked grin, a wolfish response that promised she’d get what she wanted, but likely not the way she’d imagined it. “Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips. “Let’s play.”

She’d wanted his kiss. Craved it.

Instead he pulled away, captured her hand and led her into the bedroom. The toss pillows were already on the floor and the comforter pulled back. “I think you did more than lock up.”

“I had incentive.” He moved in behind her and peeled her shirt off her shoulders. “If I’d known we were gonna start with your mouth on my dick, we might have skipped dinner altogether.” The fabric whispered against her calves before it pooled around her ankles, and he cupped her breasts. “Remember what I said. You get uncomfortable, say the word and I’ll stop.”

The statement made no sense. It was just oral sex. Intimate, yes, but not exactly the most deviant act.

Before she could voice her thoughts, he nudged her toward the bed. “Lay down for me.”

Now that made no sense. She put a knee to the bed, then another, crawling until she lay on her side in the center. “Shouldn’t you be the one laying down?”

He grinned and snatched a pillow. “Not the way we’re going to do it.” He moved his finger in a circle and headed toward the foot of the bed. “Turn around. Head toward me.” He laid the pillow at the edge and waited.

The slow and agonizing pulse she’d fought with every teasing touch and dark look through dinner, deepened to an aching throb. She crawled forward, a heady mix of uncertainty and utter thrill sending champagne tingles through her veins. She paused on her hands and knees in front of him. “Like this?”

He cupped the side of her face, a tenderness she hadn’t expected creeping in then disappearing just as quickly. “On your back. Head on the pillow.”

She looked at the pillow, then to him and swallowed. “Okay.” The comforter welcomed her in a cool, slick kiss and the pillow whooshed as she released her weight into its downy goodness. The second she looked up, his intent registered. In this position, she’d be utterly at his mercy. Open not just to his hands, but his undivided attention.

He crouched next to the bed and rolled the pillow beneath her neck. He wasn’t just gentle, he was thoughtful. Careful and attentive.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her quiet question stirring his always tousled hair where he hovered upside-down above her.

His eyes locked on to hers and his hands framed her face. “I’m getting you settled so I can feed you my cock like you asked.”

Her sex clenched, the power of it bordering on an actual orgasm, but without the gratifying release that came after. She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together so tightly her body trembled.

“Easy.” His lips caressed hers, the touch soft and heart-stoppingly reverent. He licked into her barely parted lips, coaxing not just her mouth to open, but her body to release. To give herself into his care and throw away her fears. This was the kiss she’d craved from him. Even at the odd angle, it was perfect. Maybe more so because of it. Ravenous and yet caring and solemn. As though he was thanking her simply for laying herself bare.

He lifted his head only enough to slide his mouth back and forth against hers. His warm breath fanned out against her face and neck, the accelerated huff behind each exhalation the only clue he was as affected as she. “How is it I never hear you cuss? At all.”

The question caught her completely off guard, not simply for the topic, but for the timing as well. “Because my father said it wasn’t appropriate for a woman. That he’d be disappointed if I started such a habit.”

He smiled at that and smoothed her hair away from her face, gently combing the strands so they hung off the edge of the bed. “For the record, I’m not your father. And if you ever tell me you want to suck my cock or beg me to fuck your pussy, I promise you I will not be disappointed.” He sealed the proclamation with another kiss, picking up right where he’d left off, but letting his hands roam to her breasts. Molding and shaping the mounds and interspersing each touch with demanding tweaks to her nipples.

She moaned and arched for more, fisting her hands in his hair.

He growled and pulled away. “You keep that up, I’ll come before you ever get a taste.” He guided her hands to her sides and stood. “Keep those there until I tell you.”

“What? Why?”

If he hadn’t pulled his shirt off and stalked into full view on one side of the bed, she’d have scrambled upright and started a rousing protest. The sight of his muscled torso and beautifully defined abs stilled her thoughts.

He dug into his front pocket and laid something aside on the nightstand. “Because I’m not ready to let go yet and your hands have a tendency to make me want to short-circuit my plans.”

They did? That was good information. Definitely a strategy she’d have to employ more often, at least in the bedroom.

He bent beside the bed and something whooshed against carpet.

This time she did pop upright, her eyes widening at the sight of her black box of goodies. “What are you doing?”