Page 53 of A Diamond Deal
At the heart of her.
‘Poppy,’ he breathed against her skin.
She tingled.Everywhere.Anticipation dimming out everything but the need to have his mouth closer.
Konstantinos gripped her hips—pulled his mouth harder against her.
Her fingers cradled his scalp. ‘Yes,’ she moaned.
His tongue lathed up and down her panties on top of her intimate folds.
Poppy let out a helpless whimper.
The sky outside exploded in Technicolor. Every mirrored surface in front of her flared into a rainbow of light. And then she sawthemcontained within the mirrored display. Bursts of light bringing their shadowed bodies out of the darkness.
It was erotic. It was—
His mouth clamped around her throbbing nub. He sucked. Kissed her.Deeply.
‘Konstantinos!’
The fireworks outside were inside her now. Continuously.Breathlessly. They exploded.
Konstantinos stood, and drew her in against him. Held her as her body pulsed. She leaned into him. Placed her head on his chest and breathed.
Clarity formed in the fog of pleasure, softening her body against his.
He’d always taken charge of the conversation in and out of bed. What ifshedid? What if she took charge in a way he’d never allowed?
She’d tried.Once.But he’d stopped her…
Poppy fell to her knees.
Konstantinos watched her fall.
His solar plexus shifted into a roll of tremors.
The wall at her back, they couldn’t be seen.
Poppy on her knees before him.
It should feel like a gift.A victory.But he couldn’t breathe deeply enough.
Her eyes locked onto her intended task. Her small hands reached for him. His hips. Her fingers feathered over the arch of them. Feathered inwards over the leather of his belt and stilled at the silver buckle.
Her eyelashes fell.
Her head dipped.
The roll of his flesh intensified.
She kissed him on his stomach. Beneath his belly button. Her fingers reached for the buckle of his belt. She undid it with trembling fingers until it was released. She reached for the button. Undid that too. Pulled down his zip. And her kiss, it travelled down. Over the black fabric covering the swell of him.The hardness.
He pulsed beneath her lips. He ached for the barrier between them to disappear. But she didn’t rush to pull his trousers down, or his boxers. She pressed small, experimental kisses to his straining erection.
He closed his eyes—curled his fingers into tight fists at his sides.
He refused to do what his body demanded. He wouldn’t free himself. Arch forward. Claim the heat of her promised kiss.
