Taming Angelina (The Temptation Saga 4)

His last resolve crumbled. Had it ever been there in the first place? He pulled her into the bedroom.

The cat lay on the bed. He shooed her away. All he wanted was Angie, naked, on this bed, gloving his cock in her slick, wet heat.

“Oh, baby,” he said as he unbuttoned her shirt. There they were, those beautiful breasts, like two ripe peaches pushing out from the confines of her bra. He eased the cotton fabric from her shoulders and unclasped the bra. Her breasts fell gently against her chest. He cupped them, thumbed her nipples.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “That feels so good, Rafe.”

His name from her lips ignited flames in his loins.

“Yes,” she said again.

“So beautiful,” he said. “You like that, baby?”

“God, yes.”

He fingered each nipple and lightly tugged on them.

“Rafe, suck them. Please.”

“Since you said please…”

He bent down and placed a light kiss on one. Her response was immediate. It budded even harder against his lips. Her skin was like satin. No, silk. Fine Turkish silk. So soft and delicate.

He kissed the nipple again, twirled his tongue around it, and licked it. Her areola contracted, and he sucked the hard bud into his mouth.

“Ah, God.” Her voice lowered an octave.

The raspy sultriness spurred him on. He sucked harder, all the while twirling the other nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He tugged it lightly, and then harder.

He could feast on these all day.

Angie’s hips moved in slow circles. His free hand wandered to the juncture between her legs. He fondled her through her jeans, slowly circling.

Her hips and moans increased in tempo. “God, please,” she said.

He fumbled with the snap and zipper of her jeans until they loosened, plunged his hand inside, and found her heat. Wet.

“So wet, baby. So wet for me.”

She writhed against his hand. Though it pained him, he had to let her nipples go. He needed her wetness, her heat. He pushed her back until she sat on the bed. He removed her boots and socks and shimmied her jeans and panties down her shapely legs.

“Spread your legs, darlin’,” he said, his voice nearly unrecognizable.

She obeyed, and he stood, tantalized. She was truly beautiful, pink and swollen and glistening.

He positioned himself in front of that treasure and darted his tongue out to taste her.

She jolted. “Oh my God.”

“Mmm, baby, you taste so good.” He swirled his tongue through her moist folds. Just like the rest of her—tangy, sweet, and smoky so perfectly combined. How long had it been since he’d tasted a woman? Far too long. And never had he tasted a woman so delicious, so satisfying.

She writhed beneath him, fisted her hands in his long hair, pulling it loose from its ponytail. “God, yes, Rafe. Lick me. So good.”

She ground into his mouth, and her sex pulsed against his face. She was going to come. This quickly, she was coming. He felt like a horny teenager. He couldn’t wait to sink himself into that moist heat.

But right now, he’d give her an orgasm. He thrust two fingers into her—her suction grabbed him—and her hips rose. As he tongued her clit, he circled his fingers and found the spot that sent her over the edge.

“Yes, yes!” She moved her hips to his rhythm.