Page 15 of Last Resort

“You like that? My mouth on you? My tongue in you?” He licks up the line of my spine. Chills chase his tongue every inch of the way, until the heat of his breath is on my neck. “Your pussy is beautiful, Collins. The way it looks. The way it tastes. The way it tightens at my touch.” He pulls my hair back exposing my neck. “It’s time to get on the bed. I want you on your back. Thighs spread. Eyes on me. Yes?”

It’s amazing what desperation will do. To want something so damn strong you’ll do things you swore you’d never do. Like obeying a man you just met.

But I do it.

I move to the bed, lie down, and spread my thighs.

A thousand lights of the city are at his back, but my eyes are on him. They couldn’t be anywhere else right now. He owns my attention.

He takes a few steps toward me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips—lips still coated with my arousal—as he steps out of the shadows. And even though I’m watching him, I jolt when he runs a fingertip up the inside of my calf. It’s not because I’m uncertain or scared. No, I’m desperate for more.

Of his lips on me.

Of his hands touching me.

Of the way he looks at me.

His hand strokes back and forth over his cock. He even makes that look sexy as he wipes a thumb over his precum and rubs it over his crest. Every part of my body tenses in anticipation as he unknowingly teases me.

“Christ, you’re stunning,” he murmurs. “I’m going to need to taste more of that.”

And just as my brain registers his words, he kneels between my spread legs—his hands on my thighs—and dips his head. Oh God. So good.

The guttural groan he emits is everything. Its vibration only adds to the onslaught of sensations his mouth, and now his fingers are adding to the mix as they slip back into me.

I’m already primed. Already turned on. Already swimming in a sea of sensations familiar and yet so very unfamiliar to me. Going down on me wasn’t a priority for Clint. And when he did, he was lazy and fumbling.

Johnnie, on the other hand . . . is skilled at it. Every damn aspect of it. The way he touches. The way he licks. Everything.

I feel in sensations. The scrape of his stubble against the inside of my thighs. The warmth of his mouth. The pressure of his hands as he spreads my thighs as far apart as they’ll go. The shock as his tongue pushes its way into me.

A strangled moan falls from the back of my throat as my body coils tighter and tighter. I reach for anything and everything. The sheets. His hair. My heels dig in against his shoulders as my legs tense and my body climbs.

His pace quickens. Fingers and tongue and movement and pressure. The rhythm is relentless. One I can’t escape from even if I wanted to.

“Right there.”

My head falls back.

“Just like that.”

My back arches.

“Please.”

My hips buck into his face.

“Oh. My. God.”

All shame is gone as the coil snaps. My body shudders. My voice grates over the word Yes as I’m thrown headfirst into wave after wave of ecstasy.

I’m breathless and flushed and overwhelmed as he crawls over me and smothers my mewls with his lips. I taste myself on his tongue, and I swear to God, it sends another round of pulses through my pussy.

“Christ, woman.” He gently tugs on my bottom lip and my eyes flash open. I offer a sleep-drugged smile as I come down from my high.

“The tongue definitely works.” I laugh, feeling emboldened, and make a check-mark sign with my finger.

“I’m being graded, huh?” he asks as he scrapes his teeth over my collarbone and heads toward my breasts. “Then I guess I better get back to work. There are more places I plan on exploring.”