Page 91 of Legacy of Danger
Keeping his grip gentle, he manacled her wrists and drew her hands away. "If you go there, this night will be over before it begins, and that is not my intention. Not by a long shot." He let go and skimmed up her waist until his thumbs rested on her breasts. "Besides, I want to find more ways to make you squirm first." He bent and latched his mouth onto one nipple, flicking his tongue over the tip until she gasped.
She scraped her nails over the nape of his neck and closed her hands on two fistfuls of hair. Pleasure mixed with pain sent him into low synchronous orbit.
He gave her other breast equal attention, then licked his way down her belly. Inhaling the faint, warm musk of her arousal, he grimaced as his cock jumped for joy.
After unbuttoning her pants and sliding them and the underwear off of her hips, he stood and rifled through his gym bag. He'd need that foil packet soon enough, God willing.
Mariah was a vision. All puffy, well-kissed lips, smoldering eyes, soft skin, and tight little body. The tiny patch of dark hair above her... wow.
He dropped like a fighter shooting for a takedown and positioned his face at the juncture of her thighs. Delicate, pink skin and moisture. The idea that she was wet for him had his cock straining for release.Soon, buddy. Real soon.
One gentle lick and she bucked against him with a cry. Yeah, that was a winning move. He stroked with his tongue up and down her soft folds and over her clit. Her panting mixed with his. Heat and wetness poured from her, and he lapped it up, loving the taste of her. Licking his finger, he slid it into the liquid heat and groaned as her inner muscles rippled. At the same time, he crooked his finger to rub the rough spot inside her and flicked his tongue over her again.
Christ, for a small woman, she was freakishly strong as she writhed beneath him. So good.
Adding another finger, he pressed inward slowly, letting her adjust to him. He'd kill himself before he hurt her in any way. But he wanted her so much. He never wanted to stop. Increasing the rhythm, he stroked her until she bowed under his touch and his mouth. She gripped the bedcovers and came apart in his hands. Her hoarse cry and gasps raked across his soul, making his heart swell and his chest tighten.
He eased away from her hips and licked the glistening sweat on her stomach before kissing her beautiful mouth.
"God, Vaughn."
"Yeah," he managed to grit out.
"Wow." Her chest rose and fell. She lolled her head to the side and, with a flop of her arm, grabbed the crinkly packet. "All right. Your turn."
"Hell yes. Round two."
