Page 92 of Delicate Escape

Those pale green eyes flashed again. “No, you didn’t.” She didn’t look away from me. “I’m not weak.”

“No, you’re fucking not. You own your body, your pleasure. You’re in charge,” I said, pure need coating my voice.

The hint of temper I saw in Thea’s eyes melted into curiosity. But it was still full of heat. And I loved her fire, however I could get it.

“But I’d love to watch you take it,” I growled.

Her breath hitched, pressing those pretty nipples against her tank. My dick twitched. I wanted to feel the tight bud against my tongue. Wanted to suck deep. To skate my teeth against it.

Thea’s hand moved then, sliding between her thighs. “Tell me what you think I should do. How I shouldtake it.”

Hell.She was pure fire and spice. A vision more potent than anything else I could dream up.

“Lift your tank.” My voice was barely human as Thea shifted, pulling the cotton up and over those perfect swells. The skin of the buds darkened as they tightened, reacting to the cool air and her arousal. “Fuck,” I muttered.

A small smile tipped Thea’s lips.

My eyes narrowed on her. “Love that you’re torturing me, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little…” The smile grew.

“Lick your finger,” I gritted out.

Thea’s eyes flared, but she slid a pointer finger into her mouth, laving it with her tongue.

“Trace your nipple. Tell me what it feels like. How perfect it is.”

Thea’s hand dipped that pointer digit, trailing around the outside, then closer over the bud. “Hot and cold. Sensitive.”

“Keep circling,” I ordered, my own breaths coming faster. “Take your other hand and feel that scorching heat between your thighs.”

She shifted, cupping herself, fingers starting to tease the flesh there.

“Slide those fingers through that heat. Tell me if you’re wet.”

Thea’s back arched just as her thighs fell open. Her lips parted, and I wanted my thumb right there, to feel the swell of that bottom lip as my fingers teased that heat.

“Wet,” Thea breathed. “You make me that way.”

My back teeth ground together. This woman. So bold, so beautiful, so fucking perfect. “What about me?”

“Your voice.” Her back arched more. “The way it skates over my skin.”

God, I wanted to touch her. Wanted her to feel more than my voice. But I hadn’t earned it. Not yet.

“Take those fingers, work that wetness up to your clit.”

Thea’s breaths came in quick pants now, her finger circling her bundle of nerves.

My dick strained against my sweats, just dying to get to her. “Slide your fingers inside. Tell me what you feel.”

Her fingers moved again, and she let out a small whimper as they thrust in. “Tight, warm, wet.”

She was killing me, but it was a death I’d welcome. “In and out, Thorn. Nice and slow.”

She moved her hand, the sounds of her growing wetness fillingthe room, right along with her little whimpers. It almost brought me to my knees.

“Faster,” I pleaded.

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