“What did I tell you?” I say sternly. “About using the word?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m wet.”
“Who are you wet for, Skye?”
She clears her throat. “For you. I’m wet for you, Braden.”
I grab her then and crush our mouths together. Her tongue wanders out to meet mine in another raw kiss. I slide my lips against hers as I plunder her mouth.
I trail one hand over her shoulder to her chest, cupping a breast and pinching a nipple. She inhales sharply, breaking our kiss just slightly. Then I travel downward with my hand, over her belly, and touch her clit gently.
“Oh!”
I swirl the tip of my finger over her clit again, and then I tweak it. Hard. She groans, and I move lower to slide my fingers through her folds.
Slick, wet, and silky. God, paradise.
I can’t fucking wait.
This time, I break the kiss. “So wet,” I growl in her ear. “I’m going to drive my cock into you, Skye. I’m going to drive so far into you that you’ll be sore tomorrow. Every time you move, you’ll think of me inside you, taking you, fucking you. You’ll know I was here.”
Chapter Nine
I slide a finger deeper into her heat.
She inhales sharply.
Heaven. Pure heaven. She’s going to be perfect around my cock. “God, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
For the moment, though, my finger is at home like it’s never been before. I slide it in farther, probing the anterior of her wall, searching for her G-spot. It’s different in every woman, and when she sighs softly, I know I’ve found it. I massage it lightly. Just a touch. No need to send her over the edge yet. Despite my aching dick, I’ve learned not to rush these things. A ripe woman, like a fine wine, is best savored.
I continue to finger fuck her, adding another while working her clit with my thumb. Her legs wobble, but I steady her, keeping her in the perfect position for the things I’m doing to her.
“Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes,” she sighs. “So good.”
I nip her earlobe with my teeth. “By the end of this night,” I whisper, “I promise this will be the least of what you remember.”
Words I take to heart.
Already, she’s so responsive to every touch, every feather of my fingers inside her. I’m so fucking hard, but first…
I push her down on the bed, move to spread her legs, kneel down, and close my eyes.
“I need to taste you.”
I slide my tongue over her clit, finally sampling her juices that have consumed me since I first inhaled after our kiss at the door. That intoxicating mixture of tangy and sweet, with an extra zest that is Skye’s alone—like a hard peach cider. So delicious.
I lap at her, licking the wetness from her inner thighs and then shoving my tongue into her heat.
“God, you taste good,” I say against her thigh.
She raises her head and looks at me between her legs. “Are you ever going to undress?”
“In time,” I say. “But if you ask again, I won’t.”
No time like the present to let her know who’s in charge here.