Page 54 of Pulse

God, the way his eyes burned for her.

Suddenly, she couldn’t stand another second without his hands on her.

Her throat had dried up, so she nodded.

“C’mon, counselor,” he said, voice lower and rumbling. “You know how important words are.”

Shit, he was right, and the fact that he wanted explicit consent made her stomach flutter along with the ache between her legs. “Yes. God, Pulse, yes.”

He immediately dropped to his knees, taking the sweats and her simple black bikini panties down to her ankles.

Instructions weren’t needed. She stepped out of her clothes and placed her bare feet back on the floor. Thank God she had a pedicure two days earlier.

Pulse rose high on his knees, putting his face in line with her sex. Another wave of thanks rolled through her, this time for theBrazilian she’d had after the pedicure. She wanted to look good for him. She wanted him to like what he saw. She wanted him to want her.

Maybe even more once this was over.

Terrifying.

His forehead hit her lower belly, and he inhaled her scent.

Heat flared from where their skin touched. It was such an intimate position. She’d have been mortified any other time with any other man, but all she could do was pray he wouldn’t stop.

He gripped the outside of her hips, jerking her pelvis forward. Talia adjusted her feet and bent her knees to help him get his desired angle.

There it was again—the feeling of vulnerability, but this time, physically, along with her emotions. He met her gaze, and his dark smile promised mind-melting pleasure.

And then the man got to work.

Talia gasped as he kissed her right above her clit. Then, another on the side of her mound. And another. Little teasing kisses that had her pussy fluttering with need and made her groan in frustration.

“Pulse…” she whined, voice breathy.

He chuckled against her skin but still didn’t give her what she wanted.

“Yeah? Something you need?” he asked as he nudged her with his nose, then blew on her sensitive skin.

Her face was burning. Hell, her entire body erupted in flames. “You know. Stop teasing me.”

He glanced up with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Make me.”

Her breath caught in her lungs. Make him? How? Should she grab his head and shove it against her pussy?

Shit! Yes, I should.

He wanted that. He liked her strong and assertive. That’s how she was in her everyday life. Only here did her insecuritiesand issues take over. But she’d been the one to kiss him, and he claimed to like that. The hardness she’d felt against her stomach confirmed it.

She peeled a trembling hand off the cool metal and sifted it through his short hair. Like a jungle cat’s purr, a rumble rolled off him.

His soft hair slid through her fingers until she closed her fist, gripping the strands hard.

“That’s right,” he rumbled. “Show me what you want. Show me how you take care of yourself.”

Before her stunned brain could find a shred of rationality, she yanked him to her pussy. Her damp thighs burned with the effort of holding a semi-squat against the fridge, but it allowed him easy access.

He sealed his mouth over her and speared his tongue inside without any warmup. Sharp pleasure, almost unbearable, had her curling forward. She held his head against her with a firm grip as she rocked her pelvis forward, fucking herself on his tongue.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted as that gifted mouth wreaked havoc on her nerve endings.

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