Page 82 of Kismet

Stilling his body so he wouldn’t lose control and give her more than she was ready for, he took a long breath. Her tongue slid over the crown while her hand pumped his shaft, and he’d never experienced anything so damn good in his life.

Incredible magic. Why would he think it would be anything else.

Gritting his teeth, his balls drew up as she laved, nipped, and sucked him into oblivion. The pressure was perfect, sending an almost debilitating need through his veins.

On and on it went until he was almost keening with pleasure. Canting his hips, he hit the back of her throat and almost blacked out when she swallowed him.

Not able to hold back, his body exploded, making unbelievable pleasure wash across his limbs.

No doubt about it, the woman could command him any time she wanted.

Tancy enjoyed the million-thread-count sheets and sighed with contentment. She accepted a glass of water from Teague and silently celebrated the momentary control she’d managed. The memory of his surrender was one she would play again and again.

“I hope you’re enjoying your momentary victory.”

Moving her hair over her shoulder, she pulled the sheet higher. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You’re replaying the picture of my capitulation and how your very naughty mouth made it possible.”

“So? You’ve made me beg for mercy more times than I can count. Turnabout is fair play.”

Flipping the sheet up, he slowly let his eyes run over her body. “Speaking of taking turns, I hope you’re ready.”

Watching him crawl into bed made excitement skitter across her skin. “Is that so?”

“It sure the hell is,” he replied as he took the water bottle out of her hand.

“We’ll see.” She watched him roll on his back and quickly got on her knees. “Have I told you how much I love your body?” Swinging her leg over, she settled against his hips. “I dream of it endlessly.”

“I feel the same way about you.”

Licking her lips, she ran her fingers through the hair covering his chest, following the trail down his stomach. “Show me.”

“What?” he asked, flipping her over.

“How you feel.” She traced the intricate tattoos that covered his arm and chest, sighing with pleasure as his muscles rippled under her fingers.

A dangerous smile crossed his face as he crawled down her body. Payback was about to be served, and the first swipe of his tongue against her clit told her no mercy would be given.

She gripped the sheets as he devoured her. Lapping at her tender folds, he took her to a place where thinking wasn’t allowed. It was just the two of them and all the pleasure they could stand. Ravenous, he ate at her like a starving man. Lashing her with his wicked tongue, she felt like she was levitating.

Careening closer to release, the pleasure was almost too intense. Stilling, her orgasm struck, sweeping her under its power. Wave after wave washed over her as her cries filled the room.

Nothing was left. She would be his until the last star slipped from the sky.

A thought she couldn’t begin the understand.

“My turn to do what I’ve been thinking about since I picked you up from the airport.”

Sinking into the bed, she opened one eye. “Dare I ask what that might be?”

“It’s probably best if I show you.” He threw her a feral smile and took her wrists in his hand, pinning them above her head. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Dropping her legs open, she held his gaze as he drove himself into her in one long thrust. Stretched to the limit, she felt him everywhere.

“This is the best place in the entire universe.”

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