He licks my skin in a long, wicked stroke.
Oh God.
My head drops back against the comforter.
When he licks another trail, as leisurely as the first, I yank on his hair.
He presses my thighs farther apart. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this. I suggest you do the same.”
Daniel returns to his task, his tongue flicking lazy circles around my clit.
This might actually kill me.
I’m used to sex that’s fast and fun.
This is teasing and exploratory and destructive.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “I think you like watching me go down on you.”
Of course, he’s dirty.
Every touch feels like it’s more than skin deep. As if the darkness of my room hides us from the world but not from ourselves.
My legs clench around his head.
“That’s it, come for me.” His fingers stroke deeper inside my body, making me twist and writhe. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come for me.”
I’m on the edge but those words in his rasping voice drag me over.
Pleasure slams into me, starting at my core.
He doesn’t pull back, wringing every last bit of release from me as if it’s his personal responsibility to make me come so hard enough I see stars.
After, I reach up to trail my fingers across the comforter by my head. My neck is damp with sweat that appeared who-knows-when.
Daniel shifts over me, his torso outlined by the hallway lights.
For a moment, the caring, concerned Daniel blurs with the hot, demanding one.
“You’re so damn sweet, Kat.”
My lips curve. “You clearly don’t know me at all.”
He brushes a damp finger down my cheek, then presses his thumb gently between my lips. “I know you more than you think. Now turn over.”
22
DANIEL
When Kat walked into my office in that robe, she might as well have carried a sign that said, “You’re fucked.”
Since our kiss at the frat house and groping on the couch, I’ve been imagining all the ways I want to make her come.
But those fantasies were nothing compared to how sexy it was when her normal defenses slipped tonight. When she let me in a little.
Then a little more.
It’s not enough to feel her body tremble.