Wicked Pleasure (Bound Hearts 9)

He gripped the hem of her shirt and drew it up her body. As he leaned back, he watched as her arms lifted gracefully, the clinging material peeling off her flesh to reveal paradise beneath.

Tossing the shirt aside, he flicked open the clip of her bra and drew it away from the swollen mounds of her breasts.

His mouth watered at the sight of her tight, hard little nipples. They were flushed a ruby red, puckered, and seemed to beg for his kiss.

His head lowered as he felt her hands on his shoulders, her nails raking across his flesh.

He should take her inside. Hell, he knew he should take her inside, out of the rain, but he couldn’t seem to force himself to do it. She was made for the caress of the raindrops—water running along her flesh, soaking her as she burned for him.

Pulling back his hands, he attacked the bright yellow belt that had teased him all day. It cinched her slender hips, drew the eye to the sway of her ass. He loosened it quickly, before undoing the metal snap and zipper. Within seconds his fingers were pushing into the sweltering heat of her pussy, penetrating the tight tissue, and drawing a ragged cry from both of them.

“That’s not fair,” she panted, jerking to her tiptoes, her back arching as her face flushed with pleasure.

He loved watching her face. Watching the pleasure suffuse it as her incredible eyes became dazed from the surfeit of sensations.

He raked his teeth over the upper curve of her breast as he lowered a hand to his slacks.

He released the belt and the closure to the pants quickly, drawing the material aside to release the heavy length of his cock.

He was dying for her.

“Not yet. ” Her nails skimmed along his shoulders as her lips moved to his neck. “This time I get to have fun. ”

“Damn, Jaci, my control is shot. ” He grimaced as her lips moved from his neck to his shoulder, then his chest.

She was going down, that incredible body shifting and flexing in his arms, as her lips followed the trails of water flowing down his chest.

He couldn’t feel the rain now. All he felt was the heat, the caress of her fingers and her lips against his chest, his abdomen. Her nimble little tongue dipped into his belly button, then licked and stroked farther down. Slowly, so fucking slowly.

“I’ve dreamed of this. ” She was on her knees in front of him, one hand cupping his balls, the other gripping the hard length of his cock.

“Jaci. Baby, this is dangerous. ” He tried to keep his voice full of warning, but it was more desperate, harder, hungrier than he could remember it ever being.

Then she leaned forward and licked the dark, engorged crest.

The feel of the cooling rain, her heated tongue, her silken fingers stroking him combined, until he threw his head back and felt the throttled groan that tore from his throat.

As though that sound were all she needed, her liquid, hot mouth enclosed the engorged crest and began suckling at the throbbing heat with soul-destroying pleasure.

Before Cam could halt the impulse, his hands were buried in her saturated hair, clenching in the silken strands, as he pulled, moving her, as his hips followed, fucking her lips as pleasure swamped him.

Hell. He stared down at her, watching the heavily veined flesh as she stroked it, watched as her mouth caressed him, and had to fight back the need to come.

He could feel the wicked trails of sensation tightening his balls and traveling up his spine. The back of his head tingled, and dark, desperate impulses began to fire inside his brain.

He stared down at her, watching her suck him—hell, love him with her mouth. He could feel the difference. No other woman had touched him like this. He had never been touched the way Jaci touched him. The expression on her face, the way she touched, there was nothing more inside her but the need to give pleasure. The need to make him feel.

He watched her face, saw the dazed pleasure in it. There was nothing depraved, no ulterior motives, there was nothing in her face but pleasure. Just that. She enjoyed it.

He felt mesmerized by her face, and when her eyes opened, the green-and-brown orbs staring up at him with desperate hunger, he lost it.

In all his life, Cam had never lost control of his orgasms. Control had always been there for one reason or another. But when Jaci stared up at him, her eyes darkening, dilating with hunger, her mouth sucking him with wicked innocence, her expression flushed and filled with need, he couldn’t hold back.

He tried to pull back. He jerked a hand from her hair, gripped the rigid, pulsing stalk of his cock and tried to pull it from her mouth.

Her hand tightened on his balls, the other wrapped over his, and her whimper of need rippled over the swollen crest as the first desperate spurt of cum shot from the tip.

A growl tore from his throat as she took him. Her mouth became hotter, snugger, the suckling cavern drawing more and more from him, until he was shuddering in reaction, his knees weakening as he filled her mouth with his release.