Page 68 of The Encore Effect

“Are you wet, Luna?” he asked, his mouth moving against her skin.

She made a strangled groan of assent, the lust-drunk look in her eyes soothing some feral part of his brain.

“Show me.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kat stumbled to her feet and Beckett spread his thighs, giving her space to stand between them as he gripped his erection through his jeans, squeezing just enough to take the edge off. He watched with rapt attention as she undid the button of her jeans, lowered the zipper, and shimmied out of the tight denim. She paused with her fingers in the waistband of her white cotton panties, but he just waited. He’d wait forever for this woman. And then he’d make her his, claim every inch of her body and every part of her heart for himself, remind her how fucking perfect they were for each other.

But he needed her to want it as badly as he did.

Slowly she lowered her panties and stepped out of the fabric, kicking them aside. One hand still on his clothed erection, he wrapped his other hand around the back of her thigh and tugged her closer, his denim-clad legs against her nakedness. She was all creamy skin and generous curves, like one of those Renaissance statues they’d seen in Italy all those years ago on one of the band’s world tours. Somehow she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Another tug on her thigh and she fell forward, straddling his lap again, but it still wasn’t where he wanted her. Beckett leaned back until his head and shoulders rested on the edge of the bed behind them. “Come up here,” he rumbled.

At her confused look, he delivered a sharp smack to her ass, quick and fierce enough to make her cry out in surprise.

“Come up here and show me how wet you are, baby.”

She blinked rapidly as his request seemed to dawn on her, and a slow smile spread across his lips. “You want me to…”

“Sit on my face. I want to taste what’s mine.”

His words sent a visible shiver down her spine, but she rose onto her knees and carefully climbed up over him. Supporting herself with her hands on the bed and her knees balanced on the back of the couch, she hovered over his face. “Are you sure?”

He growled and reached up, gripping her hips and tugging her down. As he drove his tongue into her pussy, she sucked in a breath, the stiffness of her limbs relaxing by degrees with each swipe of his tongue. His cock kicked painfully behind the placket of his jeans, but he couldn’t be bothered to free it, not now, not with his hands full of her ass and his mouth devouring her sweet pussy.

“Beckett,” she whimpered, “I’m so close.”

He focused his attention on her clit, steady strokes with the flat of his tongue over and over as her thighs began to shake around his ears. Her arousal coated his mouth, his chin, her pelvis rocking against his tongue as he drove her closer to her climax.

“Let me taste it, baby,” he said, nipping at her lips. “Need you to come on my tongue.”

He sucked her clit between his lips, pulling on it in quick, deep draws until she came with a cry, a rush of her pleasure dripping down his chin. He licked her through every last aftershock and shiver, unrelenting until she lifted her hips away with a pleading, “It’s too much.”

Reluctantly he released his hold on her, allowing her to slide back down onto the couch next to him. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and tugged her into his lap, wanting to feel her weight on him. She kissed him deeply, slowly, then lowered herself to her knees on the floor between his thighs.

As she unbuttoned his jeans, he dropped his head back again, groaning in anticipation. She chuckled, dragging his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips. He took off his shirt and let it fall as his cock sprang free, stiff and already leaking. She trailed her lips over his thigh, pausing to lavish attention on the gnarled tissue around his knee, her tender touch fuzzy through the scar tissue. That invisible string between them, hooked behind his sternum and strung as tight as a guitar string, vibrated with each careful touch, knocked the wind from his lungs when she looked at him with lust-drunk eyes. A queen on her knees for him.

“My turn,” she whispered as she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock.

Slowly, she took him between her lips, sucking on the crown as her hand worked his shaft. The possessive animal caged in his chest stirred, yawned awake as he watched her, this woman he’d long ago claimed as his own, and recognized that she was also claiming him.

“Christ, your mouth,” he growled, watching in amazement as she took more of him with each dip of her head.

Her lips stretched around him, an obscene preview of what was to come. He pressed his thumb to the corner of her mouth, wiping away a bit of moisture there, then gathered her hair into a ponytail in his fist, giving himself an unobstructed view as she sucked his cock. He wanted to freeze time, to memorize the moment, the feel of her mouth, the way she looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, the taste of her still fresh on his tongue as pleasure wound its way around the base of his spine.

“Remember that night in Toronto? You let me fuck your mouth on the hotel balcony. Left your lipstick all over me.”

Her eyes hooded, darkening, and she hummed around him, the vibration shooting down his shaft.

“Fuck, love, you have to stop or I’m gonna come.”

He tugged on the fistful of hair, and she lifted off of him, the cool air on his wet flesh sending a shiver through him. She stuck out her tongue and dragged the flat of it up the underside of his cock, a slow lick from base to tip that had him cursing under his breath. Again, he tugged on her ponytail. This time she grinned, playfully rolling her eyes, and got to her feet.

He gripped her hips and spun her around, her back to his front, tugging her into his lap, her thighs on the outside of his. He reached around and cupped her breasts as she leaned back against his chest and turned her head to kiss him. Her ass ground against his cock trapped between them, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He dropped one hand to her hips, stilling her restless undulations.

A kiss to her shoulder, a slow caress of her waist, her hips. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”