Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(40)

And she did. Along the breath of his shoulders, down the plane of his chest, to each nipple. She licked down the line of hair that led to his jutting cock.

And then she licked that.

So good. She wrapped her hand round the base of him and licked again.

Damn it. She was never going to get enough. She moaned and pressed close, needed to kiss him—to taste.

“You’re feeling okay?” he asked.

“Of course I am.” She pumped her hand down his shaft. “You’re the one covered in bruises.” She paused to look up at him, then rose on her knees, gently brushing her lips over the ugly markings again.

“I was worried about you,” he muttered.

“I’m fine.”

“I can see that.” He shuddered as she tightened her grip on him. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you.”

He grunted a rough laugh. “I was joking about the reward…” he breathed harshly. “You don’t have to—”

He broke off as she bent and ran her tongue from the root of his cock all the way to the slit at the tip.

“Shut up,” she told him bluntly. “I want to. I want to see all of your body. Taste all of it.”

She needed to kiss, to touch, to tease. So she did—sweeping open-mouthed kisses over him, spreading light strokes of her fingertips over his straining skin.

“Savannah,” he breathed. “You need to stop that.”

She lifted her head, let her hands keep stroking. “Just shut up and come.”

“That’s what you want?”

“As much as you do.”

His lips twisted. “You have no f*cking idea how much I want. If you did, you wouldn’t be—” he broke off with a groan.

She sucked him in as deep as she could. Working her hands as well, she sucked and pulled.

So delicious. So big. And in this moment, hers.

She felt the restless, uncontrolled rhythm of his hips increase. Felt the tension coiling within him. So she moved faster. Sucked harder. As fast and as hard as she liked it herself—ruthlessly efficient.

Passionate.

He thrust his hands in her hair, mussing it as he arched up in release.

“Oh. Yessssssssss.” He hissed as his pleasure spurted into her throat. He groaned. “Hurts so good.”

He fell back on the sofa, breathing hard. “I can’t… Thank you.” He groaned again. “Wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

“Says who?” She stood up in front of him. “Wasn’t this meant to be what I wanted? That was what I wanted.”

“That wasn’t all you wanted.” He sat up a little and eyeballed her. He suddenly moved, shackling her wrists with his big hands.

She glanced down at them pointedly. “What are you doing?”

“Inviting you to sit on the sofa with me” He tugged on her wrists.

Weak-kneed woman that she was, she sat.

As soon as she did, he moved. Standing, turning, straddling until he knelt on the sofa, one knee either side of her. Her mouth parted, Savannah could only gaze upon the very hot, very naked man holding himself above her lap.

He was hard again. She should have known he’d be that resilient and have the stamina of an athlete.

He ran his finger down the side of her neck. “Your hair is always so perfect, even when you wear it loose. I like messing it up.”

Her breasts tightened. She swallowed.

He smiled.

And he touched, gentle sweeps over her shoulders, then her breasts. She wanted him to move faster.

He smiled again. Bent and kissed—not her mouth, but her neck. She blew out a tense breath, tilted her head. Wanted more.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. Beneath the waistband of her panties. She shifted, trying to give him room to go lower, to curl into her curves.

She felt his smile as he kissed up and down her neck in a way designed to send her insane.

“You want me inside you?” he asked her.

Tempted her.

More than anything. But she couldn’t. She’d want too much. Be too tempted to take everything he could offer and still want more.

“Your tongue,” she requested. Heat burned her cheeks. “Kiss me.”

She’d meant him to kiss her mouth. She was so close to getting off even with just the pressure of his palm on her mound.

But he carefully rolled. Sliding down to the floor to kneel where she’d knelt earlier, he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down.

Hell, it was a sexy sight. All that strong, naked man before her? Peeling her clothing away to expose her to him?

He glanced up at her and smiled like he knew she was getting off on the sight of him again.

He kissed up her thigh. Hot, lush, hungry kisses. “How wet am I going to find you, Sugar? How hot are you already?”

So hot.

He lashed her intimate curve with his tongue and groaned in delight. “That wet.” He licked her again. “That’s good. But it can be better. Let’s make it better. Ride my tongue, Sugar,” he muttered quick and rough. “Ride hard.”

So she did, rocking fast to match the rhythm he suddenly set.

Always fast and hard with him.

Savannah clawed the soft cushions beside her, stopping herself from reaching out to grab him. But her hips lifted, bucking into his face until he firmly gripped her hip, holding her still enough so he could keep the slippery onslaught of his hot mouth. Then he added his fingers to her torment. And she had no chance. She threw her head back.