Wicked Burn(7)

She should stop this, shouldn’t she? How could adding to the foolishness of her actions make things any better?

“Vic? I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“I am,” he replied in a gravelly voice. He turned her in his arms. Her head fell back as she looked up at him. His eyes burned like flames in his otherwise stony countenance. He looked so hard and formidable that it took her lust-impaired brain a few seconds to interpret what he said next.

“You haven’t been with a man in a long time, have you?”

Her lower lip fell open in surprise. “I . . . Was it that ob—?”

She stopped abruptly. Her cheeks flooded with heat. She’d been about to ask him if it had been that obvious when she realized how stupid that would have sounded. Her body had been so stiff and resistive to his presence that he’d probably wondered if she was a virgin. Humiliation swamped her awareness. She noticed the way his eyes narrowed as he looked at her face, and she glanced away uncomfortably.

“No. No, I haven’t,” she finally answered throatily.

He tilted her chin so that she faced him again.

“I must have made you burn.”

Niall blinked in amazement. Made her burn? God, yes, he’d made her burn—like a thousand suns.

“I . . . Vic, I don’t know . . .” she began awkwardly before a choking sensation in her throat muted her. Tears flooded her eyes, but she couldn’t say why. It had been something in his tone that did it, something that belied his stark, cold features . . . something that sounded very much like tenderness.

“Let me make it better for you, Niall,” he whispered. He leaned down and brushed soft kisses across her cheeks and nose before he settled on her parted lips.

Niall’s eyelids fluttered closed as he used his lips and teeth to gently nip at her mouth. His big hands spread across her ribcage in a light, elusive embrace. The distant thought occurred to her that he was an expert at this—at soothing anxious animals, at mesmerizing with his deep voice and spare words, at coaxing a creature with his magical touch until its will perfectly matched his own.

She craned up for his mouth, hungry for the remembered rich taste that she knew she’d find in his depths. They both turned slightly. Their mouths slid and fastened into a perfect fit.

Niall’s bones turned to jelly. God, it had been way, way too long for her. She’d had no idea that her body was so primed, so needy for the pleasures that a man could give it.

She sighed at the sensation of his hands on her breasts, his fingers rubbing and pinching lightly at her sensitized nipples. Heat swept through her genitals, leaving a dull ache of longing in its wake. A sound of protest rose in her throat when his mouth left hers. Her eyes blinked open when she felt him back her against the wall of the hallway. She stared down, the image of the top of his dark head as it sank before her emblazoning itself on her memory.

When he matter-of-factly raised her dress to her waist and told her to hold it, Niall did it without hesitation. Her gripping hands shook as he slowly lowered her panties. He put his hands on her legs, spreading them until the strip of silk stretched tautly midthigh.

She whimpered when he leaned forward within an inch of her * and inhaled.

Vic tilted his head slightly in order to fully catch her heady scent in his nostrils. The impact of her odor affected him instantly. His cock stiffened. His mouth watered. His eyes closed in anticipation as he nuzzled the soft, damp, dark blonde curls over her swollen, tender cleft. His tongue parted her folds in a firm, questing caress.

He was distantly gratified when he heard her uneven moan and her body weight sagged slightly against the wall. His hands caught her beneath her buttocks, but most of his focused attention was on the exquisite taste of the abundant, sweet cream he found between her flushed folds. He circled and played with her nerve-packed flesh for a while, thoroughly enjoying her soft whimpers, the silky sensation of her on his tongue, and the intoxicating flavor he sought out with increasing avidity.

When he sensed her growing arousal, he stabbed at the erect kernel of flesh that nestled between her creamy lips with a stiffened tongue before he soothed her with a gliding caress . . . stabbed and soothed, plucked and glided . . .

His eyelids opened heavily and his gaze flickered up to her face when he registered her exclamation.

Oh, God.

His nostrils flared at the sight of her lividly pink cheeks. The first time he’d seen Niall, he’d sensed a sadness about her. Vic much preferred to see her large eyes darkened and glistening with stark arousal, the way they were right now. His hand left the taut curve of a peach of an ass cheek. Her lower lip trembled as he inserted two thick fingers into her wet vagina.

“Hold these apart for me,” he directed as he used his other hand to part her sweet, nectar-coated labia. “That’s right,” he whispered as her hand lowered and her fingers replaced his own, spreading herself wide for him. He used his free hand to support her again below her ass.

For several seconds Vic just stared at her swollen, moist folds before he tilted his head and covered her. She keened as he took her clit captive in his mouth, sucking her tautly and whipping the erect tissue with his stiffened tongue.

Slippery warm juices flooded his f*cking fingers. God, he needed to drink from that sweet, gushing fount.

But first he wanted to hear her scream.

He twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers into her tight *. He sucked her clit between his teeth and bit lightly until she cried out and sagged into his hand.