Page 59 of Wicked Takeover
She forgot to chew.
Dante rubbed lightly. “Eat. Or this stops.”
This kicked serious ass. He didn’t want her to have to choose between her two favorite things: food and sex. Was any other man as great?
Lauren ate with abandon. She sensed her appetite pleased Dante rather than put him off. Her bites and chews kept time with her mounting arousal. Her channel ached, needing immediate relief. She burned for completion.
He offered her another bite.
She pushed the sandwich away.
He pressed his cheek to hers, his stubble deliciously rough against her skin. “Had enough?”
“Of the food. Not you.” There wasn’t enough time left in Lauren’s life to get her fill of him.
He kissed her ear and eased away. The foil rattled. He must have dropped her remaining Cubano on it.
Dante lowered her to the blanket and dragged her arms above her head. With her wrists in one hand, he rested his other on her naked belly. His fingers curled over her mound to her clit.
Never had she felt as naked, even when she’d been fully nude. Then, she’d been inside a building. Out here, the breeze brushed against her partial nudity and underscored how vulnerable she was, how deliciously bared. Each touch from him increased her delight and anticipation.
If anyone came by now, she and Dante were seriously screwed, and not only because of their carnal actions. Lauren doubted that a voyeuristic crowd or every cop on the force could have encouraged her to stop. This was too wicked to resist. She gritted her teeth and tried to delay her climax.
No good. Her lust knew what it had to have. So did her heart. It opened even more to Dante when it shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t help herself.
He stroked her clit softly, hard, then softly again.
The pressure between her legs built and became intolerable but wholly desired. She tensed and held her breath.
Dante rubbed faster.
Too many feelings bombarded her: rowdy excitement, unparalleled pleasure, stupefying heat, and boundless tenderness. Lauren came joyously and with stunning glee. Wave after wave crashed through her, leaving her trembling and weak. She struggled to catch enough air, her chest heaving.
Dante leaned over her, his hair skimming her cheeks. “Doing okay?”
It took her a moment to gather enough energy to answer. “Uh-huh.”
“Mind if I eat?”
“Not at all.” Lauren wanted to do the same with him. She spread her legs, offering her sex. She needed his cock in her mouth and his balls dangling above her upper lip so she could smell them.
“Thanks.” He scooted back. Foil crinkled. The bag rustled.
She tried to interpret the sounds and what he was planning but couldn’t. “What are you doing?”
“Eating.”
He’d spoken with a mouth filled with food, not her.
She pulled off the blindfold and propped herself on her elbows, her fatigue gone, curiosity roused.
After swigging his beer, he dove back into his Cubano.
She crawled to him and licked mustard from his mouth. “I thought you were going to eat me. Actually, I hoped we’d eat each other.”
A grin spread across his face. “Later. Don’t ask when.”
She closed her mouth and sat on her heels, content to wait for him.
