This woman was mine. She might not know it. Hell, I might not even realize what that meant, but I knew I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted—needed her.
She tasted so fucking sweet, and the way her tongue twined with mine had me going back for seconds, then thirds, until our mouths were swollen and my blood molten. “I fucking love kissing you.”
“Then we’re on the same page,” she said with a smile so bright my chest constricted. “Because I love kissing you.”
We let our kisses do the rest of the talking.
Kissing Fiona was on a whole other level from anything I’d ever experienced. I’d taken too many women to bed to keep count, and kissing had never been my favorite part of fucking, but if I did nothing but keep my mouth on Fiona’s all night long, I would have been more than happy. The woman had a mouth that demanded worship.
Hands pulled and tugged. Her shirt came off, then mine. I unclasped her bra and immediately brought her nipples to my mouth, sucking and licking the way I remembered she liked.
“Brogan,” she moaned, writhing in my lap.
“Fucking love these, too,” I muttered against her skin, continuing my assault until she whimpered mindlessly and rocked against my hips in rhythm, seeking friction.
My cock throbbed in time with my pulse, hard and heavy.
Then she was gone, off my lap and standing before me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“Fiona?” Damn it, had I rushed her? Taken her too far?
“It’s hard to take advantage of you with these on.” She shed her cotton shorts and underwear in one motion, leaving her gloriously, deliciously bare.
I damn-near swallowed my tongue.
Fiona was curved in all the right places, her body athletic but soft everywhere I liked. It was as if she’d been made to my specifications, torture and pleasure designed as a woman.
“You are so damned beautiful.” I took my time and memorized every inch of her, from the rosy tips of her swollen breasts to the tiny strip of dark hair at the top of her pussy, and down her sleek thighs. Even her feet were gorgeous.
“You should take a look in the mirror some time,” she muttered, averting her gaze as she straddled me again, only my athletic shorts separating us.
I tipped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, waiting for her to meet my gaze. A few breaths later, she did. “You are beautiful, Fiona Andrews. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
She smiled and kissed me, stopping my words.
Her hard nipples raked against my chest, and the skin-on-skin contact had me reeling. No one had ever felt this good against me.
“Want to really take advantage of me?” I whispered, my mouth already watering.
“Hmmm?”
I gripped her hips and moved, lying back on the couch. “I need to kiss you.”
She gave me a coy grin and leaned down, brushing her lips over mine. “I’m already kissing you.”
“That’s not what I had in mind, sweetheart.” Her weight was slight as I lifted her, dragging her hips over my chest.
“Brogan…” Her eyes flared wide.
“Hey, you said take advantage,” I reminded her, a grin shaping my lips. “So take advantage.” One more lift and her knees were on either side of my head. “Sit.”
She braced her hand on the back of the couch and looked down at me with equal parts shock and need. “I’ll crush you.”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so painfully hard, and already distracted by the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen hovering above my face. “Do you want this?”
“Yes, but I weigh—”
“Sit,” I ordered, this time banding my arms around her thighs and tugging her into my mouth.
She cried out.
I groaned against her slick flesh, my tongue licking her from her entrance to above and around her clit. Over and over, I stroked, edging toward the sensitive bud of her clit without giving her what she wanted.
I needed this woman so badly I was ready to beg, and I wanted her on that same edge.
“Brogan,” she moaned, her hips rocking lightly, riding my face.
Damn, she tasted like salt and honey, and I couldn’t get enough. I ate her with single-minded focus, paying attention to the hitches in her breath, the tensing of her thighs, her hand in my hair.
It was fucking heaven.
“Brogan, please!” Her cries grew sharper, higher.
I gave her what she wanted, flicking my tongue over her clit.
She gasped.
I sucked the little bud, flicked and licked until her motions grew tense, the undulations of her hips tighter and faster.
Then I slid my tongue inside her, thrusting hard and fast, using my strength to help her ride me.
“Ohmygod,” her words slurred and her thighs turned to steel bands around my head.
I worked my finger over her clit, rubbing her hard and fast.
She came in a shout and I licked her through it, savoring her taste, her scent, her cries in my ears. As soon as she’d come down from her peak, I moved, flipping her back and climbing over her body.