He skimmed his hand along her throat and between her breasts. Elizabeth leaned back and watched as he laid his tanned, dark hand across the cup of her bra.
“Sexy, Elizabeth.” He lifted his gaze to hers, then back to her bra as he pulled the cup aside, revealing her nipple, which was hard and puckered. “Such a pretty nipple, too.”
She held her breath when he bent and put his lips over her nipple. The second she felt the hot suction, she gasped, her fingers moving into his hair again. She couldn’t believe this was happening. All the hot fantasies she’d stored up of her and Gavin together were coming to life.
She’d never believed her dreams could become reality. She might be a little drunk tonight, and she knew he was, too, and this would probably never happen again. So she was committing every moment of it to memory so she’d never forget it. The pull of his lips on the tight bud of her nipple, the sight of his dark head against her pale breast, the scent of him as she inhaled in a deep breath and simply the way she felt—totally consumed by him.
It was her every fantasy to be taken by him. She’d known it was going to be like this.
And she’d never, ever tell him how much it meant to her. She had to keep herself under control, didn’t want him to know how much power he held over her.
Never give a man power over you, or he’ll destroy you.
She lived by those words, and yet right now she was in languorous splendor.
She’d take back control later. Now she gave it up willingly as Gavin dragged the other bra cup aside and lavished attention on her other nipple, using his fingers on the nipple he’d made wet with his mouth. And when he looked up at her, his eyes now filled with a darkness that melted her to the countertop, she waved the white flag in surrender.
He pushed her skirt up over her hips and laid the palm of his hand over her sex, smiling up at her in the way she’d always wanted him to—that secret smile he’d always reserved for other women, never her.
“You wear some very sexy underwear, Elizabeth. Do you always dress this way, or did you wear these tonight with the intent to seduce someone?”
She fought to find her voice. “I always dress this way.”
“When was the last time you fucked someone?”
Her eyes narrowed. “None of your business.”
He swept his hand up across her sex and she gasped. “Answer me.”
“No.”
Pleasure shot through her as his fingers teased her, then stopped. “When was the last time you fucked a man, Elizabeth?”
She knew better than to give him that kind of control. She’d already given up too much. “When was the last time you fucked a woman, Gavin?”
He swept his fingers along the side of her panties, and she swore if he got anywhere near her clit, she’d come. “You want me to lick your *, don’t you? You want me to make you come, don’t you?”
Her sex throbbed, her mind awash with the visuals of his head buried between her legs, his soft tongue lashing her * until she screamed in orgasm. “Yes. Make me come, Gavin.”
“Then answer me. “
“Why do you need to know?”
He shrugged, his fingers lightly teasing the satin material of her panties. It was a breath, a whisper of touch across her sex. Enough for her to feel it, yet ... not enough. “I want to know. Tell me. How long has it been?”
“Two years.”
He frowned. “Is that the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Damn, Liz. Look at me.”
She dragged her gaze to his. He grabbed the tiny wisps of material at her hips, and ripped. She gasped. He smiled, then dragged the remnants of her very expensive panties away. Her naked butt hit the granite counter and she shivered.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
He swept his hand under her butt and lifted her, then planted his mouth on her sex.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. It was so good. She lifted, watching him as he slid his tongue in a wide arc across her clit, then dragged his tongue down her * lips, shoving it inside her.
“Gavin,” she whispered, trembling at the sensations of his tongue rolling along her flesh.
It had been so long since a man had touched her. She didn’t allow it, for so many reasons. Sex was so complicated, and often she got so little out of it.
Thoughts fled as she gave up and allowed herself to feel, to experience the magic as he sucked her clit, ran his tongue up and down her *, licked her until she fought for every ragged breath.
He grasped her wrists and held her, his fingers digging into her skin, the pain only intensifying the sensations as he took her to the edge of control.