Be My Hero (Forbidden Men #3)(91)

Backing her toward the bed, I let her keep kissing my neck as relief flooded me. She wasn't leaving. I probably should've stepped away and slowed the pace, not pressured her into more right after my big revelation, but her fingers were slipping down the front of my chest toward my throbbing cock.

"A spanking?" she guessed, lifting her gaze enough to slash me with a curious glance.

I shook my head, picked her up by the hips, and laid her back on the bed. Standing above her, I watched her stretch out on my sheets, looking eager and delectable.

"First," I said, bending just enough to slip off her socks. "I'm going to torture you by touching and licking you all over until you're writhing and cursing me for more." I unbuttoned the top clasp of her blue jeans and licked my lips. "And then I'm going to lick you and touch you even longer."

"Oh, God." She arched her hips and lifted them to help me when I hooked my fingers in the waistline and drew the jeans down her legs, but I paused when I reached her knees.

Keeping her legs trapped in the denim confines, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to her mound, right through her pristine pink panties. With a gasp, she bucked up and grabbed two fistfuls of my hair. I nipped lightly at her hipbone, then I used the tip of my nose to cruise my way up along her ribs, bunching up her shirt as I went.

"Here," I murmured when it caught on the swell of her breasts, "let me help you take this off."

When I had her down to her bra and panties with her pants still clinging around her knees, I skimmed some kisses around her lace-covered breasts. Crawling above her and bracing my weight on my forearms, I framed either side of her face.

"Hi," I said, grinning down at her.

She grinned back and touched my face. "Hi, yourself. I don't think you got my jeans all the way off yet."

I winked. "For now, they're right where I want them." Leaning in close to her ear, I whispered, "It's all part of your torture."

She shivered, and I kissed her. Our mouths melted together. Her lips opened under mine, and my tongue skimmed alongside hers. Under me, her body rose up, trying to rub against mine, so I lowered my hips to hers, and she whimpered, digging her fingers into my hair.

My erection ground into her, and she broke away from my mouth to gasp for breath over my shoulder.

"Oh, my. I never . . . this never . . . "

My teeth caught her ear and tugged, making her shudder and tighten her grip on my ass as she wound her arms around me. "Never what?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. I just . . . I'm not used to feeling this much. It's . . . it's . . . "

"Perfection," I finished for her.

"Yeah."

She attacked my mouth, kissing me hard, licking inside and clawing at me with her eager hands. She latched onto my lip rings with her teeth and tugged lightly.

I growled and pushed my hips deeper into hers.

"I'm beginning to see how torturous having my jeans there is. I want to wrap my legs around you so bad right now."

Me and her both. I was tempted to rip them off, as well as the rest of her clothing. But I wanted this to last.

"I wonder what it'd be like to kiss you if you had a tongue ring?" she said as she touched my eyebrow hoop.

"I'll get one tomorrow," I panted right before tangling my tongue with hers again.

We kissed forever.

Growing restless, Eva arched against me, trying to wrestle free of her jeans. "Pick, please . . . "

I couldn't take anymore, so I ripped them off and tossed them over my shoulder.

"Oh, thank God."

She immediately moved to wrap my waist with her thighs, but I caught her hip.

"Not yet."

She groaned. "Patrick."

I smiled. "That's what I like to hear, baby. Say my name in that sexy voice."

"Pat . . . " Her head fell back as I began to kiss my way back down her body, " . . . trick."

I lingered around her pretty bra, buried my nose into her cleavage and inhaled her heavenly lilac scent. Then I moved on again, licking and nibbling my way down, worshipping every inch. When I reached her belly button, I dipped my tongue inside, then grasped her panties with my teeth and peeled them off. She tensed in anticipation, making me smile when she began to pet my head encouragingly. But I paused when I came across her bright red C-section scar.

I kissed my way across it before lifting my face and caressing her hip. "Your doctor has cleared you for this, right?"

She nodded, but it looked like she was holding her breath. "Yeah. Like a month ago."

Curious what had her suddenly uptight, I kept watching her as I kissed the scar again, right above her pubic line.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded but couldn't seem to calm down. So I crawled back up her body until we were eye to eye.

"What's up?" My question was gentle, but it still made her gnash her teeth as if upset with herself.

"I just . . . " She shook her head and gave a small laugh. "I'm getting nervous, I guess. I mean, you and I have never . . . you know . . . before. And it's all so intense and overwhelming and—"

"Hey." I cupped her cheek and pressed our foreheads together. "Don't worry. Nothing has to happen."

That seemed to distress her more, though. "But I want it to—"