Page 50 of Mountain Target
His hands found their way inside her bra. He pushed the black fabric down so that it sat under her heavy globes, pulling them upwards.
“More,” she said.
Pinch my nipples.
Because she knew herself, and even though it was hard to speak the words out loud, she knew a bit of pain had always led the way to a lot of pleasure for her.
And he seemed to understand this, because his thumb and forefinger tightened against her nipples, his eyes gauging her expression, looking for the exact pressure that drove her wild.
And at that exact moment, right where the pain would have become too much, shifting the balance away from the pleasure, Beau released her nipple, then leaned down, taking one abused nipple in his mouth, suckling gently, easing the pain.
“So pink. So responsive, baby.”
A rush of wetness hit her between the legs, thick enough that she knew he must be able to smell her.
His hands opened her jeans, one thick finger sneaking in through the elastic of her underwear and finding her folds.
“You’re soaked. Is this all for me, Valentina?”
She nodded, and a small whimper escaped her as his thick digit explored inside her.
“Please,” she begged, as his palm curled around her, pressing against her clit. And the pressure was delicious, and if he kept going, she was going to break.
“Stop,” she begged.
His finger stilled inside her. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, frustrated. “No. I don’t mean stop. I mean, if you keep … if you keep going, I’m going to come.”
“I’d like that,” he said. But he still wasn’t moving, even as her hips shifted against him. “But I need you to know I’ll always stop if you ask me to, Valentina.”
She nodded, even though it was something she’d already known, intuitively. Beau was all gruff, controlled strength. He’d never take anything from her that she didn’t want to give.
His hand began moving again, and a second finger joined the first, curling inside her, touching a place that was too delicious. Her breaths fell in sharp inhales and exhales.
“I’m going to—“
She never got to finish the sentence before her world exploded in technicolor shapes.
His fingers left her, but the warmth of his hand still curled around her sex, only a thin layer of lace separating them.
He kissed the top of her hair.
“I could come inside my pants right now, just from watching you come,” he said.
“Is that a good thing?”
His lips curled upwards, the unexpected smile gentling his gruff expression.
“It’s most definitely a good thing, but not where I’d like to come.”
Her cheeks heated.
“Your hand feels hot.”
“Not as hot as you.” His palm moved against her again, and she wondered if he could feel how swollen and ready she was.
“Take my underwear off. Please,” she begged.
