Two of a Kind (Fool's Gold #11)(62)

She savored the feel of his tongue circling hers as much as the pressure of his strong body next to hers.

Anatomy was so interesting, she thought. His chest was sculptured in a completely different way than hers. The basics were similar but the execution created so many erotic possibilities. She loved the feel of her br**sts flattening against him. The light dusting of hair tickled. Their legs slid so easily together, his slipping between hers.

He gently eased his knee up until it rested against her vulva. Instinctively she tilted her hips, bringing her in more direct contact. She began to rock back and forth, but it wasn’t enough.

She moved her hands up and down his muscled back. She felt frantic. Desperate. Hunger burned, and finally her mind began to shut down. There was only need and what he could do to her.

She drew back. “Gideon,” she said, gazing into his eyes. “Would you please lick my clitoris?”

His mouth turned up in that slow, sexy grin of his. “With pleasure,” he murmured, already shifting to his knees.

He nudged her onto her back and pressed his lips against her collarbone. From there he trailed his way down her chest. She closed her eyes. He licked between her br**sts before pausing. She waited, not sure what was next but confident she would enjoy it. He didn’t disappoint.

He touched his tongue to one breast, then the other. While the ripples of pleasure were still coursing through her, he settled his mouth over her left nipple and sucked. As he drew in the tight tip, he used his tongue to circle and tease.

She found herself clutching at the sheets with her fingers and breathing more quickly. She’d passed through the stages of arousal with great speed and now found herself hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Her muscles were tense, and she was swollen.

Before she could tell him, he abandoned her br**sts and continued his journey down her belly. Lower and lower until he’d reached the very heart of her.

She parted herself for him and waited. A whisper of warm breath was her only warning before his tongue lightly stroked her clitoris.

She groaned. She parted her legs as wide as they would go, then bent her knees and dug her heels into the bed. Nerve endings fired in a sequence designed to fill her with pleasure, and it worked. She was helpless, close to begging.

He licked her again, then circled her swollen center. Slowly at first, slow enough that she could catch her breath with each cycle, then faster. Her body became a symphony, each muscle an instrument tuned for exquisite pleasure. He played her, making her gasp as she drew closer and closer to her climax.

Suddenly he stopped. She was so close, she thought.

“Gideon,” she breathed.

His mouth returned, but this time he sucked, drawing in her clit, even as he thrust two fingers inside her.

She came with a scream, her body surrendering to him and the moment. Shudders took over, and she could only do as he bid, coming and coming until there was nothing left. Only then did he sit up.

“I always have these big plans,” he said, reaching for the condom. His hands shook as he tore the wrapper and slid on the protection. “How I’m going to go slow and make it last. But how the hell is that supposed to happen when you come like that?”

She didn’t think he expected an answer to his question, which was good, because before she could think of one, he’d already thrust inside her.

He filled her completely, only to withdraw and fill her again. His pace was nearly frantic, his breathing already fast. He gazed into her eyes, pumping harder, faster. Over and over until he came.

Later, when they were under the covers, he pulled her close. He wrapped his arms around her as he had before, holding on as if he would never let go. If only, she thought.

“Felicia?”

“Yes?”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but if it ever seems I’m not in the mood for sex, all you have to do is ask me to lick you and I’m done.”

She raised herself on one shoulder. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s the sexiest thing ever.”

“But I’m just asking for what I want.”

“Yeah, and it turns me on.”

Men were strange, she thought, settling back into his arms. “What about if I asked you to rub my back?”

“Not as interesting.” She felt as well as heard him chuckle. “Now if you asked for a spanking, that might work.”

She smiled. “Especially if I told you I’d been very, very bad?”

“Oh, yeah.”

* * *

THE CDS LOGO, a target with the initials spelled out in bullet holes, was enough to make a guy think before entering the building. Carter had a feeling they didn’t take any crap in this place. He wasn’t nervous, exactly. Just...cautious.

Reese studied the closed door. “They’re serious, huh?”

“Felicia knows the guy in charge. Justice. He’s not running the class or anything but she likes him.”

They glanced at each other. Carter shrugged and reached for the handle.

Inside, the ceilings were high, the floors concrete. A tall man with big shoulders, scary gray eyes and a scar across his throat was waiting in the foyer.

“Names,” he barked.

Carter did his best not to jump.

“Reese Hendrix!”

“Carter, ah—” Carter hesitated, not sure what last name Felicia would have used.