Page 56 of Hot Nights in Morocco
He starts to unbutton his shirt. The more sun-kissed skin is exposed, the more my breath hitches. Shrugging the garment to one side, he unbuckles his belt and lets his jeans slide to the floor. No underwear. He’s hard, achingly so. I long to touch him, but a warning look keeps me fixed to the mattress.
“See something you like?” he murmurs, reading me like one of my books.
Words escape me so I nod faintly.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
He swaggers toward the foot of the bed. A champion. A thief. I’m the grand prize, and he’s here to claim me, no matter the cost.
“No limits tonight,” he says harshly. “No safe words. Just you and me, doing what we do best.” His mocking drawl brings another flood of arousal to my core.
Crawling over to him, I place a hand on his waist and guide him toward me, savoring his intake of breath as our bodies collide. He’s scorching through the fabric of my T-shirt, with his throbbing cock pressed up against the deep valley between my breasts.
I raise my hands above my head, enticing him to remove my clothes. He does so immediately, expertly flicking open the button of my shorts. Once I’m naked he pauses, and I know that this is an invitation to caress and taste at will. Inclining my head, I track a line of soft kisses all the way along his hipbone and toward the center of his body.
“Fuck, yes.” His sighs turn to groans as I grip the base of his cock in one hand and slide his velvety warmth between my lips.
His whole body jerks, and I hazard a glance upward. His head is tipped back, jaw gritted, eyes closed. I withdraw slowly and flick the tip of him with my tongue before swallowing him whole again. He tastes of heaven, as I knew he would—of sex and Jake and us.
He’s resisting the urge to thrust, so I tighten my grip on his hip and encourage a strong rhythm between us.
“You’re enjoying this far too much, Books,” I hear him mutter.
I smile around his cock as I take him even deeper, hitting the back of my throat.
“You’re a fucking revelation.” He groans again as I slide him right to the back of my throat, and then he’s grasping my head and encouraging me to take him over and over. I don’t let up, not even when he tenses with a muffled curse. “I’m gonna come, Charlie.Shit.”
Moments later, thick ropes of his salty essence are coating my tongue and throat. I swallow quickly. Definitely an acquired taste, but worth it for the look on his face.
Pride, lust,satisfaction.
He whistles as I slide him out of my mouth. “Hidden talents, Books. That more than makes up for the day I’ve had.” His expression changes and I find myself flat on my back again. “I’m going to devour your pussy for that.”
“Bring it on,” I grit out, closing my eyes as he yanks my legs apart and presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh, grazing my skin with his lips until he’s right where I need him the most. His tongue is an exquisite monster, malevolent and cruel. I’m starting to freefall already. I throw my arms above my head and clutch at the pillowcase, my fingers fisting the slack material.
“So soon?” I can feel the vibrations of his chuckle as my inner muscles quiver and clench around him.
Circling, teasing, he brings me right to the edge and then holds off until I’m screaming at him to let me come. He’s playing on my frustration. He’s a sadist in his administration of pleasure.
I scream out again when my orgasm consumes me, but I barely have a moment to recover before he is lowering his body onto mine.
“I could watch you come all night,” he says huskily, breathing kisses into my hair as I fold my arms around his neck to bring him in closer.
My eyes fly open. I can sense that bleakness in him again. It’s not on his face, but it’s there in his touch.
Wrenching my hands back above my head, he flexes his hips and eases into me.
“Not like this. Deeper,” he rasps out after a few languid thrusts.
He hooks my knees over his shoulders, and then he’s driving back into me with a groan.
“Jesus, Charlie. I could lose myself in you forever.”
It’s a balmy night. Our bodies are covered in a thin film of sweat. All I can see is him, all I can taste is desire, and when we finally come together, it feels like we’re invincible.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
He’s closer now. I can feel his breath on my face. It’s not Jake, though. The smell is too stale, too sickly sweet. Like cheap white wine or vinegar. It’s him. He’s back. I want to cry. I pretend to be asleep, but I know I can’t fool him for long.
