Page 39 of Luck of the Draw

Never.

Oh, he’d live and die right here between her thighs if she’d let him. There was nothing that was more of an indulgence than this place on a woman’s body. The endless hidden places for his tongue and teeth and lips to explore while he became intoxicated on her glorious, erotic, totally female scent…it was alot,too. Alotof all his favorite things.

Brennan inched back down to press the flat of his tongue against her warm, slick center, then drew down and back up along her entrance. Kissing and sucking. Adding his fingers to slide in and locate her little hotspot.

“Holy fuckingJesus.” Skye’s back arched at an even more dramatic angle. She was all long, beautiful, shapely lines, and he sucked hard on her clit. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he murmured between strokes of his tongue, his eyes still focused on her face. “I’m going to make you feel more alive than you ever have.”

Her hand darted forward, fingers spearing into his hair, and she grabbed fistfuls of it. “I’m so close…too much…don’t stop.” Her opposite hand was squeezing one of her breasts, toying with her nipple. It was hot as hell, but more than that, it was clear her wall was way down. All he had to do now was keep it there.

Reaching for her wrist, Brennan guided her to place her hand on her pussy and paused again. “Show me, honey. I want to see what you like.”

“I like you,” she said through a hitched, frazzled breath. Her fingers circled and made figure eights, spreading her wet arousal, and he paused, pulling his face back a bit so he could watch. “Why are you stopping?”

A devilish grin stretched across his face. “Making you wait on the ledge a little will make it all the better when I push you over it here in a second.”

She groaned. Like a full-throated, frustrated, animalistic groan. She tweaked her nipple harder and worked her pussy faster, her hips swiveling against her hand, andfuu-uuck.

That was enough.

Brennan grabbed her hand and pushed it out of the way so he could go back to assaulting her with his tongue. He slipped his fingers inside again, going straight back to her g-spot and giving it just the right series of strokes, and then she came undone.

“Brennan.” His name was reduced to a strangled gasp. “Holy freaking God!”

Her back arched again, her hips pressing against his hand while he held his fingers firmly against her pleasure spot. He drew his palm up the side of her waist, half-steadying her and half unable to resist the desire to indulge in the feel of her skin on his fingertips.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. Maybe she actually was a ballerina. All those long, lean, shapely lines and well-defined, yet slender muscles. Maybe he had a thing for ballerinas.

Or just a thing for her.

Skye grabbed his shoulder as she caught her breath and then blindly cupped his cheek, thumb stroking his lips. “Brennan, please. I need you. I need more. Please.”

“I don’t ever want to hear you beg for a thing when you’re with me, sweetheart.” He reached for the haphazard pile of condoms left on the nightstand, rolled one on, and she continued to plead. “I’m going to take really good care of you.”

“Please. I need you to…to…to…”

“Oh honey, I am. I’m going to give you everything.” He kissed her deeply, and she sucked on his bottom lip as if she liked the taste of her on him. “You do things to me.”

He dragged his mouth up the column of her neck while he gripped the base of his cock and slowly eased in. Skye wrapped her arms around his back, clawing his skin and shaking under the effort of holding him as tightly as she could.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze wouldn’t settle on his, as though she were intoxicated on pure pleasure. “This feels like I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not dreaming, baby girl. You’re wide awake.” He thrust in and out, slowly and focused. He hung on every subtle nuance of the expressions on her sweet-as-hell face, which someone had so little appreciation for that they marred it with the imprint of a fist. Anger spliced with lust surged through Brennan, and he picked up his pace. “And you’re safe here. Nothing can touch you here, Skye.” He lowered his forehead to hers. “This is a safe place, sweetheart.”

It was then that her gaze focused on his. Something flashed behind her eyes as if his words resonated far more than she’d verbally admit.

“I mean it.” He gripped the underside of her thigh and thrust even deeper. “You’re safe here. You’re safe with me, Skye. You can trust me.”

The tiny little tremors began inside her core, embracing and holding him and ushering him to the edge right alongside her.

“Oh God, Brennan…I can’t…I can’t…” Skye cried, gripping the back of his neck as if holding on for dear life. Her other arm looped under his, and she anchored her fingertips into his shoulder. Her knee hooked around his hip, and she pulled him close just as he pressed into her deep, hard, and long. “I’m gonna faint…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m gonna—”

“Fuck, Skye…” He was blind and crazed and might faint right alongside her. “Honey…fuck…you’reeverything.”

An incoherent, pleasure-riddled sob catapulted from her throat just as he hit his explosive peak. Perfect clarity flooded his mind for all of three seconds; clarity that communicated things he desperately wanted but was utterly terrified of. But after the three seconds, it all slipped from his mind, and he collapsed on his back next to her, arm holding her firmly against him, and she went limp on his chest.

The too-intimate words ping-ponged around the inside of his brain while Brennan caught his breath.

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