Page 568 of Rock Me All Night
His hands find my ankles. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and spreads my knees. I can feel his breath against my sex. Damn, he's close.
His lips press against my inner thigh. His groan reverberates against my skin. He kisses a trail up my thigh. Closer. Closer. Closer.
Almost.
Then he's on my other thigh. The fucking tease. He nips at the skin. His hand trails my stomach, to my breast. His fingertips circle my nipple. Pangs of desire shoot straight to my sex.
He groans against my thigh again and that hint of self-consciousness fades away. There's no doubt in my mind—he wants this as much as I do.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
Words refuse to make their way to my lips. Instead, I groan and sling my legs over his shoulders. It pulls him closer.
Closer still.
So fucking close I could scream.
Then his tongue slides over me, one long, slow lick, and everything in the world is right.
Then it's on my lips. My body cries with relief. His mouth is soft and warm. And it feels so intimate, his face buried between my legs.
I don't waste any time. I groan. I press my thighs into his cheeks.
He keeps one hand on my thigh, holding me in place as he works me with his tongue. There's something amazing about how soft his tongue is. The sensation is intense. I'm already halfway to an orgasm.
I relax into the bed, soaking in every moment of pleasure—the way his groans send shivers up my spine, his thumb brushing against my nipple, his tongue on my clit, the tension knotting inside me.
My fingers dig into the comforter. It's smooth and slick. I can barely get a grip.
We're in a hotel. We don't have to be quiet.
I scream his name. I press my thighs against his cheeks. For a second, I worry I'm cutting off his air supply. But he groans against my thigh again and again.
My body is nothing but pleasure. My entire world is nothing but pleasure.
With the next flick of his tongue, I go over the edge. The tension inside me knots to a fever pitch then everything releases. My sex clenches. Bliss spreads to every inch of my body.
My muscles go slack. Damn am I spent. I want to push myself up, to look at him, to touch him, but my body refuses to move.
He finishes the thought for me. His fingers trail up my thigh, over my stomach. The weight shifts on the bed. I turn. And there's Pete, lying next to me, the pride of accomplishment written all over his face.
I open my mouth to say something about how fucking amazing he is but all I manage is a murmuredthank you.
He lies next to me, pulling my body onto his. His cotton shirt is soft and cool. His jeans are rough. My hands find his hair, his neck, his forearms.
He catches my lower lip with his thumb. "My pleasure."
I murmur my agreement. Press my lips against his digit.
He slides his thumb into my mouth. I suck hard. Anticipation courses through my veins. God, how I want him in my mouth, totally under my control.
I'm too on a cloud to feel self conscious. I blink my eyes open and stare into his. "Are you clean? I am. I got tested a few months ago. Haven't been with anyone but you since."
He nods. "I'm clean."
"Good. I'm on the pill. For later."
He cocks a brow. "Later?"
