Page 31 of Wicked Takeover
He rubbed her delicately, teasingly, just enough to drive her nuts.
Lauren’s knees wobbled. She squirmed.
He tightened his hold. His feet stopped her from bringing her legs together. He’d trapped her well.
And used her brazenly.
He stroked her opening and the area around her clit. He fingered her curls and returned to her nub, keeping her off-balance, drawing out her pleasure.
Tension built and settled in her mound. It felt congested, dying for relief. Her climax edged close.
Dante stopped rubbing her.
The miraculous feelings evaporated.
He started anew.
Pleasure she couldn’t adequately describe rocketed through her.
He paused again.
She wanted to scream. “Let me come, please.”
Dante suckled her neck and ran his damp fingers across her belly. Her skin quivered. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and plucked them.
Her knees sagged.
He circled her navel, surveying its contours, and touched every intimate part she owned except the one that mattered.
Perspiration slid down Lauren’s temple. Her heart slammed into her chest and snatched what breath she had left. “Come on. Rub my clit.”
Dante kissed her cheek. “No. You’ve been bad.”
“I looked in the stupid mirror.”
“You made me wait, and now I’m going to do the same with you.”
By not letting her come? This was worse than dieting.
Slowly, maddeningly, Dante worked back to her clit and rubbed it once.
It was too much and not enough. Playing his game, she suppressed a shiver and didn’t react.
He paused and stroked her again.
Wondrous delight flowed from her nub to her inner thighs, her belly, and boobs, making her hot and hornier, but she didn’t let on.
He rubbed longer, harder, quicker.
Lauren not only fought him, she battled her own craving, eager to prolong the exquisite expectation before she came.
Dante was as determined.
Her climax edged close and roared through her unexpectedly, a perfect complement to the earthy salsa that played. Deep within her, a pulse kept time with the music. Pleasure built to an intolerable level, then drifted away, leaving her panting and weak.
Dante held her with more affection than she’d come to expect from a guy. At least the few she’d been with.
He kissed the mole near her mouth. “Good?”
