Page 20 of Her Last Hope
She ignored his efforts.
“Leandra,” he said, followed by a deep growl.
Slowly, she glided her lips from him. Stroking him with her hands she looked up at him and smiled. “What?”
“I need you to slow down.” He arched a brow.
“You mean like this?” She kissed the tip, spreading her tongue over it before gliding just the head inside her mouth with very little pressure, repeating the action a couple of times, watching his eyes roll up under his eyelids. The power she felt over him was intoxicating.
“I think this might be worse.”
“Worse?” She squeezed him, letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin.
“That’s not how I meant it.” He tugged her hair a little harder, forcing her neck back. “You have maybe two minutes before I toss you on your back and I make good with what I said last night.”
“Remind me what you said?” Her smile spread wide across her face, and her eyes twinkled with mischief.
He groaned. “That I’m going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow.”
Nick had completely lost his mind.
Not to mention his body.
Leandra had been more than he could have anticipated. He knew taking her to bed would probably rock his world. But staring down at her now, with his cockburied in her mouth, rocking his world was the understatement of the century.
She’d blown it right the fuck up.
And not just with sex.
He found himself wondering what it would be like to have dinner with her, staring at her across the table, holding her hand, talking about random things, and enjoying every second of her company.
He groaned as her teeth grazed his skin again.
Damn tease and she knew it.
And he loved it.
“That’s it,” he said with a growl, tugging on her hair, careful not to pull too hard. He didn’t want to hurt her. The vision of Ramos yanking it filtered through his mind. He’d kill the motherfucker if he ever touched her again.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the rage from his mind and focused on the beautiful woman now standing in front of him.
He eyed her voluptuous body, mentally taking a picture of every curve. He traced his finger from her lips to her full breasts, circling each nipple, smiling as they puckered into tight, tiny nubs. He continued down her stomach and across to each hip.
Her smile lightened up the room and awoke his aching heart.
His breath hitched and he froze. The room spun with the swirling of the fan. He squeezed her hips to steady himself. The familiar sensation of affection wiggled its way into his mind. Sure, he liked thewomen he went to bed with. Respected them. Valued them as human beings, but he never felt any deep emotional connection to them. Purely physical.
Appreciation? Yes.
Affection? No.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice echoing with a sudden insecurity that filled him with a sense of anguish because he’d caused it.
Looping his arms around her waist, he drew her close, letting himself slide between her legs, feeling her warmth trickle over him, reminding himself that she didn’t want him for any other reason than she needed to allow herself to be a woman again.
He swallowed, focusing on the undeniable sexual heat between them.
Not the feelings she rustled deep inside his core.
