Page 109 of The Trouble with Anna

He kissed her neck, kissed down the valley between her breasts and over her stomach, his chin skimming the sensitive skin of her low belly. He pushed her flat, and nudged her legs open, kissing lower and lower, until—finally!—he gave her a long lick, slow and rough, right where she craved him most.

“Oh god!” Anna clutched his shoulders. Her body bowed, her blood turned to honey.

He licked her harder and growled something when her head fell back, but she couldn’t hear him any longer. Her body was glowing, humming, little vibrations growing louder and louder until she thought she was going to crack apart. She began to shake as his tongue worked faster, and all at once the vibrations shattered.

“Julian!” she yelled as her toes went tight and her body bowed. Waves tumbled her around until she collapsed against the straw, trying to gasp down air.

Julian hauled himself up next to her and Anna burrowed her face into his chest. It was too much. She wanted to dig down into the straw, curl up tight as a hedgehog around her bliss.

Damn the man. How did he do this to her?

She laid a shaky hand low on his belly, and he hissed and flinched away.

That caught her attention. “Julian?”

He shook his head, didn’t respond.

“Are you all right?”

His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. He seemed to be somewhere far away. Somewhere sharp and stony.

Anna pushed herself up on her elbow, snatching up her chemise when his eyes snapped open and she saw where he was looking. She could hear his teeth grind.

“Julian! What’s wrong?”

“Special. Fucking. License.”

Oh!

Her cheeks flooded again, but this time it was a flush of pure, drunken power.

God, he was glorious. His shirt was open and had ridden up around his waist, and it was all she could do not to rub her face against the broad, flat muscles of his chest and purr. Her eyes dipped lower, went wide.

The falls of his breeches were open, and she saw him, thick and heavy against his belly.

Her eyes roved down the length of him, and his cock pulsed in response, growing harder under her gaze.

“It looks so…”

Anna leaned forward, traced a fascinated finger down its length, and it leapt up. “Oh! Was that all right? May I touch you there?”

He shook his head roughly and yet he didn’t seem displeased, exactly….

She licked her lips. “Perhaps I should… kiss you there?”

His big body went tight as iron.

Anna lowered her head, slowly, slowly, until her lips floated just above the curve of his broad head. “Do I take that as a yes?”

His voice was agonized. “You mustn’t feel you need to—”

Anna took him in her mouth, a brief suck, and he let out a strangled yelp.

“Like that?” she whispered.

His hands shot down, hovered over her hair. She could feel how tightly he held them clenched, as if he was straining not to crush her.

“Just like that,” he croaked.

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