Desperation invaded her, and she slid her hands around his torso, attacking his shirt buttons. She’d released the top four when his mouth passed over the scar on her collarbone.
Stiffening, she curled her fingers around the sides of his shirt, the air snagged in her throat. Every instinct in her screamed to jerk away from both his caress and the memories. But when the tip of his tongue traced the raised flesh, she closed her eyes and a half cry, half sigh escaped her throat. He didn’t pause in his ministrations, but his hold on her tightened, as if lending her his strength.
The urge to recoil evaporated, replaced by the need to lean into him, press her cheek to his chest. Let him all the way in, past her heavily guarded secrets and into her heart. She ruthlessly squelched that longing under the bootheel of reality, but she did withdraw just a bit and dip her head to seek his mouth. Lose herself in the wildness of him.
His palms cradled her face, taking while she gave and gave. A new urgency roiled within her, and she hurriedly finished unbuttoning his shirt and removing the offensive material from his shoulders and arms. Offensive because it barred her from touching all that glorious, taut skin.
Once more she tore her mouth away from his, this time so she could watch her hands smooth over his broad shoulders and wide chest with something close to wonder. So much strength, so much power. And vulnerability, she mused, scraping her nails over his small, dark brown nipples. He shivered, his clasp on her face shifting to her hips.
“Again,” he ordered, grinding his erection into her belly. “And use your teeth this time.”
The echo of dominance in that order had flames licking at her. She could do nothing else but obey. Not because he’d demanded it...but because she wanted it.
Lowering her head, she opened her mouth wide over the small, beaded tip, swirled a warm, wet caress around it, then raked her teeth on him. Gently biting and teasing. His rumbled curse pierced the air as a big hand cupped the back of her head and pressed her closer. Emboldened, she sucked and nipped, torturing both of them. She switched to the other tip, delivering the same caresses. By the time she drew on him one last time, fine tremors quaked through his big frame.
“Payback, sweetheart.” He strode forward, forcing her to backpedal.
When the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, she sank to the bed, and he immediately dropped to his knees in front of her, wedging himself between her legs.
Embarrassment flashed through her for a quick instant. In this vulnerable position, he had a clear shot of what he did to her. Her thong would hide nothing from him, and even now the cool air in the room kissed the dampness on her sex and high inside her thighs.
But all thoughts of modesty shattered into dust as he scattered hard, burning kisses to her stomach, the tops of her sensitive breasts and the shadowed valley between. He cupped her flesh with both hands, squeezing and molding, and pleasure howled through her. Tilting her head back, Reagan closed her eyes, savoring his sure touch. She curled her fingers into the covers beneath her hips, seeking purchase in this lust-whipped storm.
Peeling away the cups of her bra, he wasted no time tasting her just as she’d done him. His diabolical tongue curled around her nipple, stroking, sucking. Was it possible to be driven insane with pleasure? If so, the trip was more than halfway over for her.
Unable to not touch him any longer, she gripped his head in her hands, pressing him to her, staring down at him as he tormented her with that beautiful, wicked mouth. It was erotic—almost too sexual to behold. But she couldn’t drag her gaze away.
As he shifted to her neglected breast, he whisked the pad of his thumb over the aching, wet nipple, teasing it. His attention shifted from her quivering flesh up to her face, and their gazes locked. He didn’t release her from the visual entrapment as he pursed his lips and pulled her into his mouth. Kept her enthralled as he lapped at her before drawing so hard the tug reverberated in her sex.
Too much. Too much.
She closed her eyes, but that was a mistake, because the lack of sight only enhanced the sizzling sensations crackling along her nerve endings.
With one last suck on her tip, he abandoned her breast
s and trailed a blazing path down her stomach, briefly pausing to dip into her navel with a heated stroke, then continuing down, down, oh God, down.
His breath bathed her soaked flesh, and she tumbled back on the mattress, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. Instinct had her squeezing her thighs, but his palms prevented the motion. He spread her wider, and though she didn’t look down, she swore she could feel his gaze on her. The heat of it. The intensity of it.
Pushing herself up, she balanced her weight on her elbows. Stared down her body as he hooked his fingers in the thin band of her panties and drew the scrap of material down her legs. Leaving her bare, exposed and completely vulnerable. But the fierce, undiluted hunger darkening his face banished those emotions. How could she feel vulnerable when he focused on her as if she were his sole purpose of existing in this moment? No, no. She didn’t feel weak, she felt...empowered.
He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
His thumb stroked between her folds, and she glimpsed how it glistened with the proof of her desire. Lifting his gaze to hers, Ezekiel brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. If possible, his magnificent features tightened further, and an almost animalistic sound rumbled from him. Then he put his mouth on her.
A keening wail tore free from her throat as he dived into her sex. His tongue licked the same path his thumb had taken. Again and again, lapping at her. Devouring her. Destroying her. His hum of pleasure vibrated against her sensitive, swollen flesh, and she writhed beneath him. He left no part of her undiscovered, staking his claim on her as thoroughly as if he’d branded her. His lips closed around the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, and he carefully drew on her, his tongue swirling, rubbing and teasing.
Desperate and coming undone, she settled her heels on the edge of the bed, widening her thighs and grinding into his relentless mouth. Electrical currents danced up and down her spine, and for a moment, she feared the power of this looming orgasm. Even as the pleasure swelled, she mentally scrambled back from it. Both wanting it to break and fearing the breaking.
But Ezekiel didn’t grant her any quarter. He slid a finger and then another through her folds, then slowly pushed them inside her. Her sex immediately clamped down on them, and she cried out, arching hard, her hips twisting, bearing down. Pleading for more of that invasion. That fulfillment. Again, her mind whispered too much, but this time she didn’t run from it but embraced it. She worked her hips, sexing his fingers even as she pushed into his mouth.
More. More. More.
“Take it then, sweetheart,” Ezekiel encouraged her, and she realized she’d chanted the demand aloud. “Give it to me.”
His urging and the stroking of his fingertips over a place high and deep inside her catapulted her into orgasm. She exploded, her cries bouncing off the walls, and he didn’t stop, not until she weakly pushed at his head, her flesh too sensitive.
Lethargy rolled over her in a wave, and she sprawled on the mattress, unable to move. She could only stare as Ezekiel surged to his feet and quickly stripped himself of his remaining clothes.