Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(28)

“I’m going to take my fingers out of your pretty warm mouth now, Ailish, but listen to me first.” His brown eyes were darker, richer than she’d ever seen them and rife with intention. “I can’t take you playing with me right now. Maybe tomorrow we can try to f*ck through our clothes again to get your tease body off. But not today. On top of missing the hell out of you, I’ve spent the last twelve hours knowing I almost made you come on that bed. If I’d been punched in the face until I blacked out, I would have woken up thinking about how you panted and gasped, like it was just about to happen. So if you’re going to let me lick your * right now to make up for it, nod once and I’ll give you back your mouth, so you can scream.”

Ailish was nodding before Henrik even finished speaking. Oh God…she could barely see the room around them, her vision had gone so fuzzy. He was the only solid part of her surroundings, so firm and capable as he turned and threw Ailish onto the bed, where she bounced once. Positive her mouth was hanging open, she pushed up on her elbows and watched him strip, revealing that brick-house body, inch by inch. Arrogance didn’t typically appeal to her in men, but she loved the crap out of it in Henrik. He tossed that T-shirt aside, knowing full well his muscles shifted with every movement.

“Get your panties off.” He unsnapped the button of his jeans and unzipped. “I’m going to show you my cock, baby. I’m going to show you how I jerk it when I think about you. And then I’m going to get between your legs and taste how wet it made you.”

Ailish hooked her fingers in the sides of her underwear, lifting up her bottom to tug them down. When it became obvious Henrik wouldn’t proceed until she completed the task, Ailish hurried through the process, throwing her panties onto the floor and waiting. With a meaty fist, Henrik drew the flesh out of his jeans with gritted teeth before kicking off his pants and kneeling on the bed’s edge. Ailish moaned at the sight of him, this powerful man holding his arousal, like it was causing him an untold amount of pain—and his eyes accused her of being the culprit.

“Lift your knees up to your chest.” He bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh, so close to her center. “I want to watch it get wet.”

Once again shaken by the knowledge that she knew nothing about real, primal urges of men, Ailish hesitated only a second before she followed Henrik’s order. Her stomach hollowed and shuddered at his reaction, the intensity with which he watched Ailish reveal the spot between her legs in such a new, intimate way. Being this exposed in broad sunlight should have unnerved her, but no. There was trust beneath the heat, keeping her balanced. That balance was short-lived, however, because when Henrik thrust his hips up and back, pushing his arousal through the opening of his fist, Ailish’s equilibrium wavered. “This…is what you do when you think of me?”

“That’s right.” His grunt turned into a growl. “Nothing I thought of before now is this good, though. I’ll never be able to look at your hair again without wanting to see how well it matches your *.”

Ailish’s neck loosened all its own and her head hit the bed. Her hands were hooked under her knees, keeping her legs elevated, but she wanted to turn onto her stomach. Wanted to wedge the ache in her loins up against the palm of her hand. This was too much, this up-close-and-personal view of Henrik stroking himself. It made her stomach tighten, strained her calf muscles.

Maybe she’d expressed herself out loud, because one of Henrik’s hands gripped her shoulder, the other one sliding beneath her hip. And then he flipped her over, drawing a strangled scream from her mouth. Her hips were jerked up, leaving Ailish on her hands and knees. She could see herself reflected back in the windowpane, but refused to believe it could be her, this girl with tumbling hair and a swollen mouth. Her bottom poised straight up in the air…and a man running hands over that backside, slapping it gently.

Her breath shook out. “I thought…are y-you going to…”

“Fuck you?” Henrik’s reflection dipped, and then she felt it. His tongue licking up the center of her most private flesh. “No, I’m just getting a taste.” Another flicker of his tongue, this time against her entrance. “Mmmm, Lish. You taste like you need to come as bad as I do.”

“I do,” she whispered, the muscles in her thighs clenching. “Please…”

His palms smoothed down to her thighs and back up. “You’re going to suck my dick after I finish you.” He spanked her right buttock, then thrust his hips up between her thighs so she could feel his stiff erection. “I’ve thought about it the whole drive home. That pretty little red head bobbing up and down while you’re still wet between the legs from my mouth.”

Ailish’s fingers twisted in the bedspread, her nipples forming tight peaks as she imagined servicing the commanding man touching her so intimately. Reverently one minute and harshly the next, with long licks of her center, tight cracks of his palm. Tingles were already beginning in her limbs, starting in her knees as usual. Being positioned on her hands and knees lifted the heaviness below her belly button and made it more effective somehow, like a delicious weight pressing down, urging her toward the finish line. “Henrik.”

A response wasn’t forthcoming, and suddenly Ailish couldn’t care less because he dropped to his knees and yanked her body closer to the bed’s edge. His lips tugged at the flesh of her core, opening her up for his hardened tongue, his thumbs digging into the cheeks of her bottom and massaging as he battered her clit. Was it possible for a man to slap a woman with his tongue, enough to cause a sting? Yes. Yes…she could hear the sound of it connecting with the place between her thighs, causing explosions of lust throughout her middle. With rough hands, he pushed up her backside, exposing her more, giving his greedy mouth more access.