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“It’s nothing,” she said. When his fingers sped up their invasion, she desperately added, “I was just thinking how much I loved how you made me feel.”
Instead of being satisfied with her answer, he pinched her clit again and asked, “Which part did you like?”
Why did it matter?
“All of it.”
“Not good enough. I want to know what you liked the most so I can be sure to keep doing more of the same.”
Considering he had his fingers in her ass, and she wasn’t hating it, she was pretty sure the man had limitless tricks up his sleeve.
It was a good thing she was lying down because she felt lightheaded. Her breathing became erratic—desperate. But desperate for what?
More. She wanted more.
When his fingers were gone from her clit again, she cried out. “No! I was so close.”
“I know, that’s why I stopped,” he chuckled, kissing up and down her inner thigh again, whisking his lips across her clit, just enough to drive her need higher even as he wiggled the digits buried in her darkest channel.
Torture. He was torturing her, and God help her, she loved it.
“Gonna tell me yet or should I take you to the edge again?”
“Push me over the edge,” she begged. She was so close to coming.
“I’ll be happy to, just as soon as you tell me what I want to hear. What was it you liked so much that it put that look on your face?”
There were a million things. Physical things her body craved. But that was when she knew what it was he was waiting for. What he’d seen in her eyes in those critical moments when her guard was down.
Longing. Emotional connection. Intimacy. Those were the things he made her feel.
But she couldn’t tell him that. This was just a fun weekend. A debauched birthday weekend in Vegas. They’d go back to their respective lives the next day with nothing but fond memories. She couldn’t ruin the little time they had together by getting serious, could she?
Reagan couldn’t anticipate the feeling of loss she felt when he removed his fingers from her tight pucker. But her loss was short-lived when his tongue moved lower to lick the rim of her anus. The wave of sensations threw her over the edge. It was too much, and yet not even close to enough. It was dirty… wrong, and felt fucking fantastic.
He took his mouth away just long enough to taunt her. “My dirty girl likes to be rimmed.” His tongue lathed another swath before adding. “I wonder if she’d like me to take her anal virginity too?”
She nearly exploded at the mere threat of the act. God only knew how hard she’d come if he actually did it.
“No… please… not that,” she begged.
For the first time since she’d met him, Reagan felt a sliver of genuine fear. She barely knew the man she’d just let tie her down. All his talk of safewords aside, would he honor her limits?
“Hey… did I lose you?” His concerned face appeared above hers. When she didn’t answer, he palmed her cheek gently. “Remember, you’re in control, baby.”
Her arms were restrained. She didn’t feel in control.
“I’m not ready for more anal,” she finally admitted, hoping she wasn’t sounding like a prude.
“No anal. Got it,” he smiled his sexy smile. “Lucky for me, that still leaves a million other ways I can defile your luscious body while I still have you tied down.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ELIJAH
What an idiot. He was gonna fuck this up yet. He’d gone too fast and almost pushed her out of her comfort zone. Luckily, he’d seen her panic in time.
Slowing things down, Elijah leaned over and gave Reagan a brief kiss, doing his best to make sure she knew she was safe with him.
