Page 16 of Feast

“Oh, God.” She let her head fall back to the mattress. She didn’t love the sting, but the prickling heat that chased it was absolutely delicious. It seemed to simmer under her skin, spreading down her leg to torment her already desperate core. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been turned on so hard and fast—and he'd barely touched her.

“Am I allowed to ask a question?”

His lips twitched. She was amusing him again. “Sure.”

“Are you going to touch my pussy?”

His eyes were dark, the light in them almost gone. “Oh, I’m going to touch it,” he promised. “With my hands, my tongue, my cock.”

She licked her lips. “Is that going to happen anytime soon?” she managed, her voice tight with the effort of keeping her tone supplicant. She got demanding when she got horny, but she didn’t think orders would make him move any faster.

“When I’m ready,” he said, emphasizing theI’m.

“Um. Is there anything I can do to speed that along?”

His slow smile didn’t reassure her at all. “Be still.”

“Right.” She cleared her throat. “There might be a problem with that.”

One eyebrow lifted. “Oh?”

“I’m not very patient.”

“That’s okay.” The smile spread. “I am.”

She stared at him in mingled horror and delight. “Oh, God.”

She was absolutely delightful.Naked but for the jeans tangled around her booted feet, spread out like a Christmas feast, and giving him the big, pleading eyes for all she was worth. She was good at it, too—it probably worked most of the time. Unfortunately for her, he was immune to big pleading eyes.

Keeping his hands on her inner thighs—he wasn’t entirely sure she’d stay put if he let her go—he ignored her wordless begging and allowed his gaze to roam. There was plenty to see, and he wanted to soak it all in.

He’d known she was rocking a bombshell body under the simple jeans and t-shirt, and he hadn’t been wrong. But the reality of her was more than a bombshell—it was a nuclear blast. Her breasts were big, much more than a handful, and capped by brown nipples that had been making his mouth water since dinner—they’d been hard under her shirt the whole time they’d been eating. Her breasts looked pillowy-soft, jiggling slightly with her ragged breaths and the pounding of her heart, and he was itching to get his hands on them.

Since she was clearly itching for the same thing, and he liked the idea of torturing her, he kept his hands where they were and skimmed his gaze down to the soft, sexy curve of her belly. Promising himself he’d get his teeth into her there before the night was over, he darted a quick look at her face to see how she was handling his silent perusal.

If he was any judge—and he liked to think he was—she was fucking loving it.

Her cheeks were damp with sweat and flushed bright pink, a color he would’ve put down to embarrassment if it weren’t for the look in her eyes. They were bright and eager—still begging, but also shining with anticipation and arousal.

The lack of embarrassment both intrigued and pleased him. In his experience, most women were at least a little uncomfortable in such a vulnerable position—in fact he could only think of one former bed partner who hadn’t been, and that had been under special circumstances.

But this woman was either a master at concealing her emotions or wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by her position. And since he could clearly read the frustration, eagerness, and desire in her expression and body language, he was betting on the latter.

“Well, look at you,” he said admiringly. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

“I’d love it more if you were touching me,” she countered immediately, then bit her lip. “Please?”

He chuckled, thoroughly enjoying himself. “That was very prettily done.”

“Did it work?” she asked, hope shining in her whiskey eyes.

“No,” he said and watched her face fall into mutinous lines. “And if you think that pitiful face is going to help your cause, you should think again.”

“You know, if I wanted to spend the night feeling frustrated and tortured, I’d be playing nickel slots and drinking well vodka.”

God, she was fun. “Keep talking,” he warned, “and I keep looking.”

“You’re a very mean man,” she said with an impressive pout.

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