Page 40 of Caught from Behind

And am rewarded with a soft growl against my breast.

Grinning, I sneak one more touch then lift my hands again, holding on, grinding against him, and having the pleasure of him growling again?—

“Behave,” he snaps, kissing his way over to my other breast.

“Never,” I say, though the declaration is softened by the fact that I’m panting, by the sweat that’s breaking out on my skin, by my slick need soaking through the fabric of my underwear.

A nip to the underside of my breast as he dislodges my legs from around him. “Behave or I won’t lick that pretty cunt of yours.”

My throat dries up.

Not my pussy though.

That gushes with desire, convulses with need, empty and throbbing and?—

Another nip. This time along my rib cage. Then my waist. My hip. Just below my belly button.

I suck in a breath.

Thankfully, he doesn’t stop, just keeps slowly moving down my body, reaching for the waistband of my underwear, tugging it off my body, sending it in the direction of his T-shirt.

A hand on my knee, pushing my leg wide. “So pretty and pink and wet for me,” he murmurs, tracing a finger through my pussy. He lifts that glistening finger to his lips and my body convulses when he draws it into his mouth.

Fuck.

I moan, reaching for him again, but one look at those molten brown eyes has me settling my hand back onto the headboard, has me clenching it tight.

One look to behave.

That should be insulting.

Instead, I’m perilously close to coming apart.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, spreading my legs further, kneeling between them, mouth coming oh so close.

“Don’t push it,” I mutter.

A smirk…

Right before his mouth is on me.

“Oh God!” I gasp, thighs instinctively trying to close.

But those broad shoulders keep them open and then he’s kissing me.

No.

He’s fucking me with his lips and teeth and tongue, sending my already on-edge body hurtling on a collision course with a wall of pleasure that’s so big and thick I actually experience a blip of fear.

But it’s gone a heartbeat later, lost in the flurry of his movements, all of which are fucking incredible.

A sure tongue arrowing in on my clit, a thick finger sliding home. The barest flash of teeth and the soft cushion of his lips.

My whole body trembles—that wall already there, an inch from my nose.

“Riggs,” I whisper.

Eyes coming to mine and the intensity in them…I feel the pleasure slamming into me, crashing down over me like a cascade of bricks.

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