Hotter Than Ever (Out of Uniform 9)

A laugh lodged in her throat. “I guess you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“Guess so.” His breath tickled her sensitive flesh, unleashing a new flurry of shivers.

He leaned in and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh, then dragged his tongue across the top of her mound so he could kiss her other thigh. “You’ve got the softest skin,” he muttered.

When he moved his head away again, she glanced down and almost stopped breathing when she noticed his hot gaze focused on her most intimate place.

“Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest pu**y.” He ran his finger over her folds again, all the way down to the wetness pooling at her entrance.

They both groaned when he pushed just the tip of his finger into her opening.

“You’re so f**king wet,” he hissed out. “Fuck, Claire, I wanna shove my tongue inside your pu**y and taste you.”

Oh. My. God.

She hadn’t expected the dirty talk. At all. And it turned her on so much her clit began to throb. Painfully. She was so aroused it actually hurt.

She was unsure whether he was waiting for permission to follow through on the wicked picture he’d painted, but when he didn’t make a move, she parted her legs wider in invitation.

His eyes burned with approval. “That’s it, honey, open yourself up to me.”

And yet he still didn’t do a damn thing.

“Please. Do something.” An unsteady breath flew out of her mouth.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked innocently.

“Don’t you dare tease me, Dylan. Do something.”

“If you insist.”

His tongue touched her clit and Claire promptly saw stars.

The warmth of his mouth surrounded that swollen bud as he suckled on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system. It felt so good she almost fell over again, but Dylan gripped her hips to keep her in place.

He made little sounds of happiness as he devoured her pu**y. The stubble dotting his chiseled face abraded her sensitized skin, only adding to the mounting pleasure. His tongue moved with a skill that should have annoyed her—because jeez, he must have gone down on hundreds of women in order to get this damn good at it. Yet the notion only sparked gratitude for all the women who’d—no pun intended—come before her because, well, because he was this damn good at it.

“Yes, just like that,” she whimpered when he flattened his tongue and started licking her as if she were a tasty lollipop.

The tension began to build, gathering in her core, a tight knot just ready to burst apart, but Dylan had apparently mastered the ability to control the female orgasm, because each time she got close to toppling over the edge, he abruptly yanked her back from it.

“No coming,” he chided after he’d stolen an orgasm from her for the third time. “I’m not done yet.”

He punctuated that by spearing his tongue into her opening and f**king her with it until she was close to exploding once more.

“Not yet,” he growled, and then that tongue disappeared and stopped doing all the wonderful things it had been doing.

“Are you always this bossy?” she wheezed out.

“Yes. Are you complaining?”

Was she? Hell f**king no. If anything, his dominance was…liberating. So was his confidence—he didn’t peek up every few seconds to gauge if she was enjoying it, didn’t stop to ask her if he was “doing it okay”. He just licked and sucked and teased and dared her not to like it.

It was a whole new experience, and the incredible sensations he produced inside her were ones she’d never felt with any of her previous lovers, Chris included.

Do not think about Chris right now.

Her brain’s sharp command didn’t go unheeded. Banishing all thoughts of Chris, she brought one hand to Dylan’s head and threaded her fingers through his short blond hair. “Does it look like I’m complaining?” she said in a breathy voice.

His expression turned smug. “Didn’t think so. Now be a good girl and come for me.”

“But you just said—”

He latched his mouth onto her clit and shoved two fingers deep inside her, and she exploded like a firecracker. The orgasm swept her away in a flash flood of ecstasy, seizing every muscle in her body and pulsing through her nerve endings. She’d never come standing up before, and her knees buckled involuntarily, rocking her equilibrium.

Dylan’s grip on her waist tightened, holding her in place as she rode out the release and trembled against his hungry tongue. The second she’d recovered he was on his feet and kissing her, his tongue filling her mouth the same way it had filled her pu**y.

She tasted herself on his lips and there was something so deliciously dirty about that. Moaning, she tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs, but her fingers were shaking so hard she couldn’t seem to rid him of the pesky garment. She cursed in frustration. Damn it, she needed him naked.

Chuckling, Dylan pushed her hands out of the way and took over. His underwear hit the floor, and she got her wish—he was naked.

And he was incredible.

Her mouth watered as she stared at the long erection that rose up and slapped his navel, prompting him to arch a dark-blond eyebrow. “Enjoying the view?”

“Oh my God. Yes.”

She reached out and touched his chest, ran her palm over that hard male flesh, traced the occasional scar she discovered beneath her fingertips. The scars were a reminder of what he did for a living, the danger he faced and the risks he took, but that only heightened her excitement. This man was a warrior. Lord, was there anything sexier?