Page 172 of Trick

Her exhalations puffed against my neck. She dipped her gaze and consumed the sight, riveted on each flex of skin and sinew. Desire pulled taut across her face, clashing with hesitancy.

Take what you want.

Remembering that, Briar bent her head and planted a kiss to my sternum. The hitch in my breath encouraged her, those gentle lips descending, plying me with innocent pecks. My chest rose and fell in a controlled frenzy as she traveled lower, her tongue following her mouth, licking a trail over my flesh.

Provoked by what must have been a buckling male groan—I’d grown too disorientated, my knees too weak, my cock too hard to register what my vocal cords were doing—Briar slayed me again. She flattened her tongue over my blasted nipple and licked as if it was sugar from a spoon.

The nipple toughened into a peg. I growled and snatched her waist like a vise. “Shit,” I mumbled. “Briar.”

She ignored the warning, branding me with her dangerous mouth, swabbing her lips and tongue over my nipple, between my collarbones, and the rift under my jaw. Seasons, I wanted to shred her clothes and never look back.

But like the good devil I wasn’t, I waited with a smirk. I let her explore and circle my body, her fingers tricking from the lattice of my ribs to the length of my back.

Dancing behind, fingers down my spine.

My hands itched, so I tamed them into fists. I wanted her to make this choice, not seduce her into it.

As she snuck behind me, Briar feathered her digits lower and draped them over my ass. She skimmed over the sides, gliding down the indentations, and then cupped the swells.

Almighty hell. My shoulder blades snapped inward, and my cock rose high against my abdomen.

Briar emerged in front of me, all blushing cheeks and flashing eyes. Meeting my gaze, she swallowed and gripped the straps of her chemise.

None of that. My hand swept up, the inside of my palm blocking her knuckles and ceasing her movements. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. Without a word, I raised my opposite hand, pointed one finger toward the grass, and circled it.

Understanding simmered in her pupils. Nervous anticipation flushed her complexion. Her arms fell, and she turned for me, giving me an alluring view of her back.

Like a predator drawn to its mate, I stalked behind her, my pounding chest fitting to her spine. My frame spanned hers, one shadow casting over another on the grass like a shield. As long as I was near her, this beautiful body would never know pain, only pleasure.

Briar’s lungs siphoned oxygen. My mouth quirked into a grin as I lowered my head and latched onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder. A yelp broke from her. Incited by the fractured noise, I brushed my lips over her flesh until she shivered, then drew the delicate skin between my teeth and kissed as if the spot was her open mouth. I did it slowly, leisurely.

A whimper coiled from Briar’s throat. Her scalp fell back and landed against me. Absently, her hand reached back to grasp my nape.

The pert shape of her ass pressed into my erection. I hissed and sucked on her, each tug of my lips extracting another disjointed moan. My mouth teased, incisors sketching the raw flesh and suckling anew.

Briar’s profile squinted as though anguished. Her jaw hung open, those shaky moans a rhapsody to my ears.

A drugged sound ground from my throat as I feasted on her. My fingers climbed to her sagging neckline and towed on the material. A single breast popped from the garment, flushed and stiff at the peak.

My mouth skated up the side of her neck whilst my palm braced the weight of her, my thumb tracing the pink tip.

Briar unleashed a brittle sound and arched into me. “Oh,” she grated.

“Shh,” I implored, not truly meaning it.

I palmed both her lovely tits, one covered by the fabric, the other exposed to my searing gaze. That erotic nipple cinched, ruching under the pad of my thumb. I swiped at it, and we panted as the stud grew as dark as a cherry.

“Such a fine color,” I mumbled. “Such tight skin.”

“Poet,” Briar keened.

Unable to stand that plea, I wheeled her around, our bodies rubbing together. Delirium blazed across Briar’s features, but I gave her scarcely time to react before I batted the neckline aside once more. My mouth swooped down and caught that same nipple.

Briar cried out. Her hands thrust into my hair, and her chest pitched forward, shoving that breast into me. A deep rumble surged from my lungs. I snatched the nipple between my lips, fused it into the heat of my mouth, and sucked.

My thorn emitted pinched noises as my tongue repeatedly lashed at the crest. I tormented her, kissing the dainty point, licking it before switching to the opposite disk.

Briar’s legs threatened to give out, but nay. She was made of sterner stuff than that. And it would be a while before I had her on the ground.

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