Page 16 of Seducing a Stranger
He separated her folds with a slow slide of his finger, and she clenched around him with surprisingly strong legs.
“Already so wet,” he murmured, delighted.
“Er—should I—?”
“Should has nothing to do with this.” He pressed his shoulders forward, fighting the reflexive tightening of her trembling thighs. “Relax.”
She gave a tremulous sigh, but then she obeyed, her thighs going slack and her heels returning to the ground.
He moved his finger then, wondering if any woman had been quite so soft, so small, so incredibly hot. He allowed himself a gentle, caressing exploration as he pressed a worshipful kiss to her thigh.
She was highly responsive, this woman. She twitched and tightened to his every motion, her breath hitching over little catches in her throat. His finger drew from the well that sprang from the center of her and painted gentle wet swirls on the little nub of engorged flesh.
Christ, she was so ready.
He wouldn’t even have to work for it.
Unable to wait any longer, he lowered his lips to hover above the very core of her.
“Whatever I do, do not scream,” he warned.
In an instant she was tense again. “S-scream?”
But he did not answer her question.
Because he’d parted her sex with one long, powerful lick.
