Forbidden Gold (Providence Gold 5)

I also didn’t want to look away from the beauty I was washing. Smooth tanned skin over muscles that weren’t too much or too small, with tattoos I wanted to trace with my tongue, was right in front of me, and I’d be an idiot not to enjoy it and look my fill.

Moving my arm slightly, the sponge skimmed across a nipple, and I froze slightly when it occurred to me that men’s nipples might be as sensitive as women’s were. The answer was immediate as the hard penis—something else I wasn’t staring at for the same reason as his eyes—that was resting against my abdomen bounced, tapping me a couple of times before stopping.

I was definitely going to hell. I’d avoided things, omitted the truth from explanations, and now I was taking a very perverse enjoyment out of Parker when the man was suffering. If I were a betting woman, I’d hazard a bet that right now that Lucifer was going through my list of favorites at Walmart and buying one of each from it for my impending arrival. Maybe he’d even ordered me a new bed with a Tempurpedic mattress? Perhaps he’d even bought me some things from my Amazon wish list so I’d feel more at home? Maybe he’d checked my watched list on Netflix and had even watched them himself so we’d have something to talk about?

And if anyone could see inside my mind, they’d know that I was the queen of procrastination.

Although, if I hadn’t been procrastinating and staring at his throat, I’d have missed how fiercely he swallowed before he spoke. “Ari,” he growled, his voice sounding like he’d gargled glass.

The tone of his voice was strained, but I could hear the wonder and the need through it clearly. It made me finally raise my head so I could look him in the eyes, seeing the emotions reflected in his expression.

I don’t know which one of us moved first, but in the next instance, my mouth was on his, and my arms were around his neck as he kissed me deeply. With each lick of his tongue into my mouth, each soft stroke of it on my own, I was pressing deeper into him, but I couldn’t stop myself doing it. I wanted to be even closer to him, even if it was impossible.

Then, his hands were skimming down either side of my body until they reached my butt cheeks, gripping me firmly and lifting me like I weighed five pounds. Seeing as how I most definitely weighed a whole shitting lot more than that, this was impressive and turned me on even more. What woman wouldn’t want a man who could pick her up without groaning or breaking a sweat? Still, I didn’t want to test how long he could hold me like that for, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked them at the ankles so that I was taking some of my weight too.

“I’m not making love to you tonight,” he mumbled against my lips, only pulling away long enough to get those six words out before kissing me again.

This was disappointing.

Pulling my face away from his, I groaned when he kissed from my jaw down the side of my neck. Was there nothing that this man couldn’t do? A neck was a neck, why did he make it feel so good?

“Why not?”

“Because I want it to be perfect,” he explained, sucking softly on the skin just under my ear. “I want to do it when we both have clear minds, where we’ve had a day together to enjoy each other. And where we both know that we’re completely focused on each other.”

Well, if I was honest, my mind was pretty much blank when he had his mouth on me, and he had my full attention… But then I remembered the day he’d just had, and that it would be almost impossible for him to switch his mind off to it all.

Which made me determined to make that happen.

When he had his mouth on me, my mind went blank, right? So, what if I could do the same thing for him?

Unhooking my legs, I dropped them from around his waist and wiggled to signal he could let me down. When he’d lowered me enough for my toes to touch the ground, I pressed a kiss to his chin and smiled up at him.

“Ari—”

Shaking my head, I covered his mouth with my hand. “We’re here to destress, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

And then I dropped to my knees, taking him by surprise and wrapped my hand around his long thick length. I was just leaning in to lick across the top of it when I saw the piercing at the base of it. Okay, color me naïve, but was that actually a thing? I knew guys could get it pierced in a line down it or through the tip, but the base? Looking up, I saw he’d rested both of his forearms against the tiled wall behind me and was watching me through hooded eyes.