Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(90)

He pressed the tip of his finger against her clit and rubbed circles around it before dragging his finger down her slit to the opening of her *. “Wet.”


“Uh-huh.”


“I can’t tell if you’re blushing or if you’re sunburned.”


Rielle didn’t answer.


“Don’t be embarrassed that you like the way I touch you.”


“Then don’t tease me about how I react. Especially when there are probably people around listening to us.”


“So?”


“So, why are you doing this now? Out here in the open?”


“Because I can.” Gavin chuckled confidently and kept stroking her *. “I’m going to put my mouth on you, Rielle.”


She blinked.


“And I’m going to torture you. By the time I’m ready to let you come, you won’t give a damn who hears you scream.”


That comment made her wetter yet, but she said, “We’ll see.”


“So we shall. Hook your legs over the arms of that chair. I want to see every inch of your cunt.”


Bossy man. Ooh, and dirty words too. She shifted into position, her heart speeding up.


“Play with your nipples. The only place I want to see those hands is on your tits. Understand?”


She nodded.


He held her drink to her lips. “Wet your mouth now, because your throat will be really dry after all the yelling you’re about to do.”


“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself, tycoon.”


For just an instant, Gavin’s confidence faltered. Then he flashed her the most wolfish, most feral male grin she’d ever seen. “Yep. Drink up.”


Rielle knocked back half the liquid in one swallow.


Gavin drained the remainder. Then he dropped to his knees and put his cold mouth on her belly button. Then keeping his eyes on hers, he fished a piece of ice out of her drink and popped it into his mouth.


“Oh no,” she breathed.


His response was to clamp that half-moon shaped sliver of ice between his teeth and trace her slit. When he reached the opening to her *, he pushed the ice into her channel, holding it there.


Her hot tissues clamped down on the ice and his tongue. She gasped. Then his tongue was stroking inside her. Hot. Cold. Hot.


The ice started to melt. Gavin licked, lapped and slurped, while he emitted hungry noises.


She just about lost her mind.


No. Stay in control. Don’t make a sound.


“Goddamn you taste so f*cking good. Tart like honey and warm like sunshine. I could do this all day.” He glanced up at her. “Tug on your nipples. I know how crazy that gets you.”


“Gavin—”


“Do. It.”


Rielle pinched hard enough she let out a whimper.


“That’s it.” He dragged his mouth between her hipbones, gifting her skin with sucking kisses. He nipped the inside of her thighs from her knee to the outer curve of her ass. Not soft nibbles, but with enough force she held her breath, waiting for, wanting the next sting. He licked the crease behind her knee.


She started to shake. Soon she might beg.


He just laughed. Pulling back the skin above her clit, he blew a stream of hot air across her swollen tissues, but his mouth never connected with her sex.


A frustrated noise escaped her.


“Feel like screaming yet?” he murmured against her lower belly. “Or do you intend to be stubborn?”


Rielle bit her lip and groaned.


Gavin kissed straight down her mound, stopping above her clit. He lifted his face and looked at her. Waiting.


Her head, her body yelled, please please please! Give him what he wants, but her vocal cords weren’t cooperating.


“Your eyes are begging me. But not your mouth.” He rapidly flicked the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue.


Her entire body broke out in chill bumps. She canted her pelvis and she moaned, hoping that was enough verbal encouragement.


He suckled her clit so thoroughly she felt the press of his teeth against her flesh. Then he stopped.


“Pinch your nipples. Imagine me using my teeth on them. Like this.” He pulled her * lips into his mouth and bit down, releasing the sharp bite of pain that only increased her pleasure.


She felt more cream sliding from her * and a scream rising in her throat.


“Use those hands, Rielle.”


She began pinching the tips with her thumb and forefinger, matching the rhythm of her blood pulsing in her throat. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips but it didn’t help.


Gavin tormented her. Licking and sucking. Fucking her * with one finger, then two, and finally with his tongue. Driving her to the edge of bliss and then yanking her back.


When she didn’t make a sound, he started over from the top.


When his naughty tongue rimmed her anus, her face heated. The swirling, teasing wetness brought the sensitive tissues alive. She felt like a total pervert for liking it and she tried to scoot away.


He warned, “Don’t. Move. Again.”