Page 73 of Revenge Puck

Who am I?

Aaron is steady and strong and unbearably sexy—at least, to me anyway.

He reaches toward me again, gently brushing his thumb along my jawline. “We’re not doing anything stupid. Let’s save the risks for later,eh?”

Hands roam: down my sides, over my ribs, spanning my waist. I feel small beneath him.

Petite.

Fragile.

We’re both bare now, skin against skin, and the heat of him is almost overwhelming. I can feel every inch of him pressed to me, hard and heavy, but still, he…

Does.

Not.

Rush.

His mouth trails down my throat, over my collarbone, following the curve of my chest. He pauses to press a slow kiss between my breasts, then lower, dragging his lips over the flat of my stomach. His hands slide beneath my thighs, urging them wider without a word.

I inhale sharply.

“Aaron…” My voice sounds wrecked already.

He glances up at me from between my legs, eyes dark.

My breath turns shallow as he leans in, his mouth brushing closer—slow enough to make me ache with anticipation. He presses a soft kiss to the sensitive skin high on my thigh first, then another, working his way inward with maddening patience.

“I’m going to get you close to coming—and then I’m going to fuck you.”

I have no idea what to say to that.

I nod, completely unable to speak.

My fingers tighten in the sheets instead, thighs trembling as he drags his hands up the backs of them, urging me open. He looks up at me once more, holding my gaze as if he wants to see the exact second I surrender.

And I do.

My head tips back, breath catching when his mouth finally lowers again, mouth on my pussy, all the buildup and anticipation giving way to sensation.

Every nerve in my body sizzles.

Aaron’s tongue flattens against me, licking my core as he sucks, my hand tangling into his hair—not to guide him or hold him steady, but because the pleasure is almost too much to bear, building in a steady wave…

If he isn’t careful, he’ll come, and we won’t have the chance to?—

My hips lift instinctively, chasing the sensation, and he answers with a low sound of approval that vibrates straight through me.

He looks up at me again.

Smiles into my thigh.

Wipes his mouth on my skin before he pulls away, dragging himself up my body like he’s in no rush to get there. He presses slow kisses to my stomach, my ribs, the underside of my breasts, his mouth warm and commanding as it moves.

Licks a nipple, his erection hard between my legs, brushing against the apex of my thighs.

My body reacts instantly, hips tipping forward, wanting more.