Nate groaned. “I want to taste you. All of you.”
His mouth swept over her jaw and slowly down her neck, his tongue teasing her skin as he slowly licked at the coffee. Then his teeth tenderly bit her flesh. A dull throb started in her core, intensifying as Nate’s head lowered and his lips glided over the tops of her breasts. His fingers coiled in the straps of her bra and he eased them down her arms. The flimsy cups of lace collapsed under the weight of her full breasts and Nate tucked the material beneath the mounds just as his mouth closed around one taut peak.
Liv’s breath caught.
Nate suckled deep. So fucking deep.
Her fingers twisted in his hair and a small cry was wrenched from her lips as he paid the same attention to her other nipple. Drawing the hypersensitive bud so far in that the suctioning action sent electrifying vibrations along her spine.
He tongued her nipple as one hand slipped between her slightly parted legs. His fingers pressed to her mound, dipping into her despite her white capris and French-cut panties. He rubbed insistently while still toying with the tight little pearl against his tongue.
“Nate,” she said in a provocative whimper. “Oh, God . . .”
He suckled again and it was all Liv could do not to call out his name from the flood of euphoria he elicited.
His hand at her apex shifted. He deftly released the button at her waist and then whisked the zipper down its track. His long fingers slipped underneath the lace of her panties and he stroked her dewy folds with just the right pressure, at just the right tempo.
“Yes,” she whispered. Dying for more—so much more—and knowing instinctively, and from past experience, that he would give her everything she longed for.
He eased two fingers inside her and the heel of his hand stimulated her clit as he aggressively massaged her inner walls.
“Nate,” she said on a sigh. Her head fell back, her eyelids closing.
He pushed deep into her, finding that perfect spot that he caressed as she barreled toward climax.
His other hand cupped her breast, his sweeping thumb keeping her nipple as hard as the one his mouth pleasured.
Liv hadn’t felt this sort of blazing arousal in longer than she could remember—or maybe she actually could pinpoint it. Five years ago, with this man. And his stepbrother.
Yet Nate seemed to possess even more talent, more determination, than when she’d last been with him.
And with that resolute technique of his . . . Liv lost it completely.
“Oh, God! Nate!” She shattered.
“Liv,” he said in a gruff tone. “Fuck, you make me hot.”
Her body hummed like a live wire as he gripped her waist and hoisted her onto the table, atop his discarded shirt. He quickly removed her capris, underwear, and bejeweled sandals. Then he spread her legs wide, bent down, and swiped his tongue along her damp flesh, caressing her folds as anticipation mounted within her.
He was going to make her come again. In a heartbeat.
Liv flattened a palm against the workstation to stabilize herself; the other she tangled in Nate’s hair. Her hips lifted as she pressed herself against his mouth, silently demanding more.
Nate’s tongue fluttered over her clit in light butterfly strokes, teasing her, amping up her excitement.
Then he got serious. He slid his hands under her ass to keep her hips raised. His lips tugged on her folds, then his tongue flitted along the knot of nerves again. He alternated the ministrations and her breathing escalated. He suckled the sensitive bead, making her pant and moan.
His tongue dipped into her and stroked, then quickly fluttered againt her clit once more.
“Oh, God!” Liv’s nerve endings ignited and she cried out as another orgasm erupted deep within her.
Nate nipped at her inner thighs while the flames consumed her. Her flesh quivered and her breaths were staccato beats as he kept her highly aroused . . . and desperate for him.
“Fuck me,” she quietly commanded, needing to feel him inside her, hungrily craving another powerful release.
Nate stepped back. His green irises burned with desire and his own desperate need. His jaw was set and his chest heaved as rapidly as hers did. It was obvious to her that he got a rush out of making her come.
He pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and extracted a condom, then dropped the wallet on the table. His gaze still locked with hers, he unfastened his pants as she slipped to her feet. She knelt before him and took over, lowering his fly and carefully peeling away his black boxer briefs, the material bunching mid-thigh.