Burned Deep (Burned 1)

Heat rushed through me and my eyelids fluttered closed, blocking out the dim lighting from a floor lamp in the far corner. The room was quiet, save for the snap of the fire and our shallow breaths.

Dane took my free hand in his, twining our fingers. He kissed mine, then left sensual touches with his lips along the inside of my wrist and forearm, to my biceps.

“I love how sweet you taste,” he whispered, his breath wispy against my skin. “And you’re so soft.” His mouth grazed my collarbone. “Yet strong. Even if you don’t realize how much.”

He kissed my throat, his tongue pressing against sensitive spots that made me writhe beneath him. His chest melded to mine. Our fingers were still entwined and my other hand was buried in his thick hair.

“Your nipples are so tight. And you’re wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“God, yes.” It was all I could do not to move slightly so he could settle between my legs and feel my dewy folds against his stomach. But I was too enthralled at the moment to move.

His mouth swept slowly down my neck, to my breasts. He kissed the inner swells, then drew my puckered nipple against his tongue.

He was going to torture me with his leisurely seduction.

He kissed the undersides of my breasts and then his lips skimmed down to my stomach, making my flesh ripple. His tongue grazed the dip of my waist and he whispered, “You want me inside you.”

“More than you know.”

His mouth slid lower and his teeth latched onto the strand of my thong, dragging the material to the top of my thigh. I instinctively shifted so he could do the same with the other side. He pulled the panties down just enough to uncover my sex, then blew a gentle breath over the moist skin.

My pussy clenched. And he hadn’t even touched me.

“Dane. God, you turn me on.”

My eyes were still shut, and I focused solely on the excitement he elicited, the anticipation that mounted. I felt the nearness of his lips, the taunting sensation of what was to come. He lingered so close, it was all I could do not to raise my hips to initiate the contact.

It was a wicked game. One he was a master at; I was the slave. A slave to the burning, the craving, the unwavering need.

I’d give up my soul just to feel his mouth on me.

I fought temptation, because he thrilled me with his sensual teasing.

With his tongue, he swirled lazy circles on my inner thigh. Pinched gingerly with his teeth.

“Dane,” I breathed. My fingers tightened around strands of his hair.

“Yeah, baby?” His voice was a mere rush of air against my sensitive skin.

I wanted to beg him to take me in this way that had been so unfamiliar and too intimate before I’d met him but that now was as critical to binding us together as him being inside me. Because I’d accepted the intimacy. The connection. The ecstasy that came with him pushing my boundaries.

“Don’t stop,” was all I said.

He let out a sexy sound and then went back to his beautiful torment. His lips inched closer and closer to where I wanted him the most. I felt the natural compulsion to rush it—the urgency raced through me. Conversely, the fire inside only raged brighter with anticipation. With the tender strokes and the gentle nipping. I couldn’t lie still, but I forced myself not to arch toward him, not to demand too much, when it was so erotic to let him do his slow-seduction thing. Which drove me crazy in the most exciting way.

Likely I didn’t beg him to go for his ultimate goal because I loved how his toying with me made his breath come in heavier pulls and made me beyond desperate for him.

It was intoxicating. Addictive. Another escalating high from which I didn’t want to come down.

When he finally, finally reached the apex of my legs, his mouth hovered. He inhaled deeply. I sucked in a breath.

“Fuck,” I said as I let the air out on a long sigh.

“Jesus, Ari. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I squeezed his hand that still held mine. “You know what I like.”

“Everything I do to you.”