Page 44 of A Delicate Conquest

Right now, her imagination was on fire—along with the rest of her.

Suddenly, her mind expanded, a million tiny starbursts of brilliant light exploding behind her eyelids as his lips connected with her bare skin.

He kissed her there, over the art that encapsulated a thousand memories, some painful, some triumphant.

Slow, reverent, decadent. He took his time, exploring the curves and planes of her body. His roving lips found her nipples, sucking them through the thin mesh of her bra. The diaphanous barrier heightened the sensation.

She arched her back, surrendering to his touch.

How…is he so good at this?

Especially when… he’s never…

She ran her fingers through his impossibly soft hair, down his neck, over his back, which was lean and sculpted, muscles flexing as he moved over her.

What a fuckingdreamhe was.

His thumbs replaced his mouth, gently encircling her hardened nipples as he trailed a line of kisses down her belly, below her belly button, right down to…

He buried his face between her legs and inhaled deeply.

A low moan escaped him, a ragged, primal sound.

Bea whimpered, her need spiraling far beyond her control.

Far beyond anything she’d ever known.

He was deft and gentle as he slipped his fingers underneath the straps and removed her lacy garment, sliding it down over her hips, maneuvering it over her legs, making it disappear into the ether.

Then, he kept true to his word and kissed her there, right at her entrance, and his tongue quickly found her clit.

How did he…?

Bea gasped as he sucked her gently, and he was utterly perfect at it, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, how to encircle her tender nub with his tongue so she received just the right amount of pleasure.

Enough for it to be insanely good.

But not enough to tip her over the edge.

Not justyet.

She was floating in the void, on pure lightness, suffused with ecstasy.

She lost all sense of time or space as he gave her the gift of pure pleasure.

She didn’t understandhoworwhy,but somewhere in the haze of her lust-clouded thoughts, it occurred to her that at leastsomeof the rumors were true.

Andhistongue was the most devious thing ever.

Enough to finally tip her over the edge.

Into the most intense climax she’d ever known.

He held her until she was completely spent—or so she thought, until a wild feeling came over her, and she neededhim more than ever. She ran her hands over his bare torso, untying the silken belt, pulling his trousers down over his hips, practically tearing at them in her eagerness to undress him.

At last, she felt his hardness.

Big, straining, so taut she wondered how he’d held back all this time.

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