She rolled her eyes when she began unbuttoning her shirt. “You would say that.”
Hell, he didn’t know a man alive who wouldn’t...considering the view he was getting. And when she tossed her flannel shirt aside and stood stark naked in front of him, his gaze latched on to her breasts. He thought the same thing now he’d thought the first time he’d seen them, tasted them, fondled them and sucked them. Her breasts were perfect.
His gaze dropped back to the apex of her thighs. He could feel his entire mouth tingle and couldn’t wait to get his tongue on her clit.
“You’re not going to take your clothes off?”
Instead of answering her question, he said in a low growl, “Come here.”
Their gazes met, held. He knew that by nature, Jules didn’t like to be ordered around. But she knew what walking over to him could mean. Pleasure beyond measure. However, he wasn’t surprised when she asked why. Like she really didn’t know.
“I want to taste you.”
He saw the flare of desire that lit her eyes. She was no longer thinking. She was ready to become a doer, as well. He watched as she shortened the distance between them. But she did not shorten it enough. “Closer.”
She took a few more steps. That still wasn’t good enough. “Closer, Jules.”
“If I come any closer, I’ll be in your face.”
Exactly. “Come closer and spread your legs.”
*
He certainly had a way with words, Jules thought, moving closer. And when he grabbed hold of her thighs, leaned forward and rubbed his face right in her center, she felt weak in the knees. And then she felt him lifting her off her feet, hefting her up by the hips so that his mouth was right there.
And the moment she felt his hot tongue slide inside her, she screamed out an orgasm. She was sure he could taste it, but he didn’t stop working his tongue inside her, holding tight to her thighs, securing her firmly against his mouth.
Suddenly, his tongue went deeper, touched that particular spot, and she could feel new sensations invade her body, spreading from where his mouth was to other parts of her. She began writhing against his mouth, and that seemed to make his tongue delve deeper still. He was consuming her like he intended her to be his last meal. Instinctively, she arched her back as she became caught up in the most intense degree of lust that could ever exist.
And then she was screaming again, but he wouldn’t let up. He didn’t let up until the last wave of her orgasm had washed through her. It was only then that he eased her back down to let her feet touch the tile floor. And she watched as he licked his lips. “You taste better than any wine that’s ever been created.”
Those words stayed with her while she watched him stand up and begin removing his clothes, and while she watched, she felt hunger build up inside her body once again. He was supposed to be out of her system, like she was supposed to be out of his. What in the world had gone wrong? Something had definitely backfired on both their parts.
When he had removed every stitch of his clothing and had sheathed his erection in a condom, he sat back down in the chair. “Now we’ll see how sturdy this chair is.”
She swallowed deeply. “We haven’t already?”
“We haven’t come close.”
She looked down and saw that his erection appeared larger than ever. And she knew at that moment that was what she wanted. Without waiting for an invite, she moved toward him and straddled his lap, widening her legs just inches above his shaft. She wanted to be looking in his face when they made the connection. She wanted to see every single expression of both greed and pleasure.
“Ready?”
She held his gaze. He didn’t know how ready she was. “Yes, ready. All systems go.”