Page 79 of Wild Devotion
“Please what?” I pressed my mouth just above the waistband of her underwear. My fingers hooked the elastic and dragged it down her legs.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.” She was panting, her hands fisting the sheets.
I did know. And I’d been waiting for this moment since the night I carried her out of Zane’s house.
My hand slid between her legs, and she arched into me with a sound that went straight to my cock. I found her rhythm, the same way I had in the bathtub—reading her gasps, following the movement of her hips, giving her more when she begged for it.
But this time I didn’t just use my hands. My mouth followed, trailing down her center until I was tasting her, feasting on her clit. She cried out, her thighs clamping around my head, her fingers buried in my hair.
I was operating on instinct and obsession and every fantasy I’d catalogued since the first time she’d pressed her palm against my chest.
And from the sounds she was making, instinct was enough.
“Cal. Fuck. I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” I growled against her heated flesh. “Give it to me.”
She shattered. Her whole body seized, her back arching off the mattress, my name torn from her throat in a sound that made every second of waiting worth it.
I stayed with her through it, easing her down, pressing kisses to her thigh, her hip, her stomach. When the tremors subsided, I worked my way back up her body until we were face to face.
Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks flushed. She looked destroyed in the best possible way. “Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi.”
My mouth found hers again as I crushed her to me, my cock hard and aching against her thigh.
Her hand found my belt. This time, I didn’t stop her. She worked the buckle, unzipping me. But I was too fucking eager to wait.
I rolled out of her reach before she could try to get my pants off, and stood at the edge of the bed, facing her. I stripped them down my legs, along with my briefs, kicking them off while her eyes dropped exactly where I wanted them.
She watched me from the bed with her lip caught between her teeth. Then she sat up, wrapped her hand around my cock, and stroked.
The groan that left me came from somewhere primal.
Before I could push her back down, her mouth replaced her hand—hot and deliberate and pure fucking heaven. Her tongue dragged from base to tip, and then she sucked me in.
My vision went black.
I tried to form words. Tried to warn her that this wasn’t going to last, that everything she was doing was too good, too much, too fucking perfect. But the only sounds leaving me were broken groans and her name repeated like a prayer.
She moaned around me, the vibration sending me to the edge, and when her big doe eyes lifted to meet mine, I was done.
I tried to pull her off, but she refused. She took me deeper, swallowing back everything I gave her, and didn’t stop until I was shaking.
“Enough,” I gasped.
She released me and sat back, her fingers running over her lips. I collapsed onto the bed, my heart hammering, my lungs burning. She curled into my side, her mouth warm against my shoulder, and I could feel her smiling.
“What?” I managed.
“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that.”
“You?” I laughed, still catching my breath.
