Page 17 of Peak of Love
“You missed some maple syrup here,” he rasped, running a strand of hair between his fingers. “And here,” he continued with a light brush of his thumb by her collarbone.
“And you’re telling me now because?” she managed despite her erratic heart and scrambled brain.
“It’s driving me crazy. I wanna clean it up. With my tongue.” His nostrils flared slightly. Dane bit his lip as if reprimanding himself for the confession.
“Oh, wow,” she responded with bated breath. “That’s very helpful of you.”
What the hell was happening right now?
He grinned before leaning over and kissing her collarbone. Dane’s gentle lick elicited a moan from deep inside Celina. And then he kissed higher with brushes of his full lips against her neck, sending vibrations of bliss throughout her body.
“Sweet Celina, why are you letting me do this?” He sounded anguished.
“You’re being, um, helpful,” she panted, because now his lips had moved to the shell of her ear and his hand in her hair grasped tighter, making her squeeze her thighs to relieve the pressure building at her center.
“Tell me to stop, baby. Tell me to stop right fucking now,” he growled into her neck.
“I—I can’t,” she said truthfully. “I don’t want you to.”
“Why?” he asked, pulling back to lock their gazes. And in those darkened brown eyes, Celina witnessed such a tortured yearning it took her breath away. He needed this intimacy as much as she wanted it. Like last night, he was making her glimpse something about herself that she had never considered.
“Why not?” she squeaked through a constricted throat. Celina ran a hand over his hair and felt a powerful rush when he closed his eyes and released a deep, manly groan.
“You’ve had a bit to drink, baby. I… ”
“Goddamn it, Dane, kiss me already!” she cried out. She was appalled by her overdramatic statement. It was true, though! He couldn’t bring her to the brink and leave her hanging.
“Are you sure?”
Celina grabbed his face and clumsily smashed her mouth to his. Enough questions. She didn’t know what came over her. Nothing at the moment felt more important than showing him she was sure. She felt him resist for a fraction of a second and then…
Danekissedher. Urged her lips wider and delved in with a rhythmic urgency that made her dizzy. Sucking and nipping and licking her mouth before entangling their tongues in a dance of desire. She pushed her chest up impulsively, recognizing how the kiss was only the beginning of her need to taste. To devour. To be devoured.
All of her senses sharpened. His irresistible aroma of fruit and cologne and musk was a cocktail of pheromones. His muscled back filled her greedy clutches. One of his hands held the nape of her neck to angle her head and kiss her ever deeper. The other hand continued the steady grasping of her hair. It drove her crazy, the control and the submission of it. He offered pleasure so potent, it stung.
They pulled back. She registered Dane’s shocked face, mirroring her own amazement. Two syncopated gasps before they were at it again, grabbing, licking, and devouring. She kicked off the blanket, needing to free her legs. Somehow, she hooked one thigh over his hip and urged him onto the couch with her.
Dane’s erection, when it found her throbbing center, unlocked another level of desperation. His merciless grinding matched the rhythm of their clashing tongues. And that perfect pressure on all the right places—his chest crushing her breasts, his mouth stirring her depths, his groin threatening to rip through both their pants—sent her to the edge of delirium.
“Oh god, Dane, I think I’m… ”
“Don’t you come, Celina. Not yet, baby,” he ordered.
“Wh—what? Not… ”
“Not. Yet.” His was a harsh whisper. “I felt you on myhandlast night. There’s no way your sexy as fuck pants are coming between us. You gonna let me taste you, Celina?”
He couldn’t stop himself from expressing that deep, desperate need. Nothing felt more important than savoring her most intimate essence. He could feel her liquid heat, dammit. Dane’s mouth watered with the need to drink her folds one lick at a time.
After holding back last night and during brunch, Dane could no longer hide what he wanted. And what he wanted was this woman’s pussy riding his face.
Hungry. Deranged. Demanding. There was no hiding that part of him now. He would stop at one word from Celina, but this wasn’t a one-way street anymore. She woke a selfish part of him programmed to take as much as to give.
“Yes or no, sweet, sexy girl?”
“Why do I like it when you call me that?” she uttered frenziedly, pushing her hips up and urging a rough thrust from him.
“Because you know it means I’ll take care of you. Because you want to please me, don’t you?”
