Take a Chance on Me(61)

She grabbed a fistful of the sheets and hung on for dear life.

His tongue swirled.

His mouth was hot on her skin.

No longer able to stand it, her eyes closed as an impossible, undeniable pressure coiled tight.

Two fingers slid inside her as he lapped at the hard bud.

Oh God.

His tongue was too talented: impossibly, wickedly talented. Unable to fight her body’s urges any longer, her hips rocked.

The sensation built.

He hooked his fingers deep, right over her pelvic bone, and rubbed in hard, sure circles.


Her body jerked. Her hands clenched the cotton. The cry tore unbidden from her throat.

His lips sucked her clit. The rhythm increased on that one maddening spot.

Everything clenched.

He became relentless, demanding—no longer coaxing a response, but forcing one. Every nerve she had flamed.

A sharp, exquisite, almost painful pleasure twisted and coiled.

He persisted.

The orgasm hovered just beyond her reach, taunting her, teasing her. She moaned, partly in frustration and partly from how unbelievably his mouth and hands tormented her.

Unable to stop, her hips moved. Strained to get closer. This was nothing like what she’d experienced before. She forgot all her reservations, her protests, and her stubborn stand, and reveled at his talent.

Inside, his fingers twisted. His teeth scraped along her clit.

She exploded. The climax ripped from her body as wave after wave of almost violent contractions wracked her body. She cried out when he pressed harder, not letting go, not letting up. The sensations were so intense that they’d be unbearable if they hadn’t felt so damn good.

Another wave of pleasure shook her frame, tossing her about. “Oh God!”

The orgasm went on and on until she finally went limp, her muscles slack.

His fingers slid from her body, and he pressed one last kiss to her mound before moving up her body. Beside her, he trailed a path over her belly, and she jumped, her oversensitive skin ticklish. He brushed his mouth over hers. He smelled and tasted of her. She thought she should be mortified, but instead she lay there, too boneless and satisfied to kick up a fuss.

“You forgot to tap me and tell me the time was up,” he said, his voice the epitome of smug, arrogant maleness.

“Don’t brag,” she murmured, eyes still closed.

He chuckled, cupping her breast and rubbing his thumb over the peak. “You only came once. It’s not much to brag about.”

She opened one eye. “Only once?”

“If I had more time, I could have done better.”

The other lid popped open. “You did fine.” Understatement of the century.

He rolled her nipple, leaning down to kiss her neck. Her pulse stirred to life, even though she’d been sure she’d never move again. “Wake up, Maddie. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

He shifted, and lying on his back, he reached into the nightstand to pull out a handful of condoms. He tossed them onto the table.

Her eyes widened. “Ambitious.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been hard for three days straight. It’s going to take more than once.”

“I’m not sure I have the energy.”

With a smile, he unzipped his jeans, shucking them off along with his underwear, his eyes never leaving hers. “You do like to challenge me, don’t you, Princess?”

Was that what she was doing? Was she throwing down the sexual gauntlet? She let her eyes roam, taking in his golden skin, those hard muscles, and the flat of his abdomen before resting on his erection.

He was steely hard, the head of his cock brushing his belly.

Her fingers twitched. She wanted to touch him. She reached out tentatively at first, stroking over his stomach. The muscles jumped under her touch. She trailed a path over the plains, marveling at the way he responded to her. Growing bolder, she circled his flat brown nipple, much like he’d done to her.

With a hiss, he gripped her hand. “Don’t do that right now.”

“Why?” She scooted closer, bent her head, and licked.

“Fuck!” He nearly crushed her fingers. He rolled her over onto her back, covering her.

“We’ll play later. Right now, I just need inside.”

She loved the way his body felt on hers: the hard length of his frame, his lean muscles, and the press of his thighs against hers.

He covered her mouth in a crushing, brutal, passion-soaked kiss. Stealing her breath along with any conscious thought, he sucked her underneath that drugging, all-consuming passion. He ate at her mouth, played her body like a violin until she moaned and twisted. Need coiled tightly in her belly.

His erection slid between her wet folds.

She forgot everything.

Her past. His. Her family. Steve. The wedding. Everything. For the first time since she was fifteen, she lost herself in the abandon of emotion. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him so badly she’d kill for it.

“Please,” she whispered, not caring if it sounded like begging.

He groaned, shifting his weight, thrusting the head of his cock over her clit.

The sensation jolted like electricity down her spine.

He repeated the action, shaking his head. “Goddamn. You feel so f*cking good.”

She arched to meet him, desire ratcheting up at a fevered pitch. “Please, please.”