By the time he drew his mouth over the soft curve of her belly, Edeena’s legs had parted in mute need, her body lifting to meet his questing lips. She shuddered as he pressed his teeth against her hipbone, easing his way into the gentle crease at the top of her thigh. The skin here was smooth and soft, and it trembled beneath his skin, but he hesitated a long moment, his hands brushing her thighs, his breath soft against her rising heat.
“Please, Vince,” Edeena managed in a strangled voice. “I can’t—”
Whatever she was going to say was lost in a gasp as Vince bent forward, tasting the superheated dampness of her clit as she uttered a broken gasp of pleasure and need. She was already so close, and something deep and primal in him responded to that, not willing to tease and tempt anymore, but driven to give the woman what she wanted, what she needed, everything she desired. He ran his tongue down her center, focusing on the tight bundle of nerves he encountered just as Edeena’s breathing fractured, drifting away only long enough for her shudders to subside until he returned again, circling with ever increasing precision.
His hands gripped her hips loosely, and his body lifted with hers as she arched again beneath him. By now, Edeena was muttering incoherently in her own language, and a burst of pure satisfaction shot through Vince as he heard the words. He may not understand them, but there was no mistaking what he should do next.
He slid his tongue up her center folds once more, and flicked once . . . twice.
Edeena came apart in his hands. Her murmurs transformed into a frantic rush of words, she gripped his shoulders hard, whether to move him or hold him steady he wasn’t sure, and a moment later her body went absolutely rigid for a long, impossible moment of sheer feminine power, then she jerked with an explosive movement. Her head sank bank in the cushions, her body quaked, and he rode out the tail of her orgasm while showering her legs and her belly with kisses, willingly shifting up in her arms again as she reached for him, holding him tight. “My . . . my God, Vince,” she finally muttered shakily.
He lifted his gaze to hers, unable to stop his grin. “Welcome to America.”