Page 192 of A Taste of Vanilla

Her laugh turns into a gasp when I slide two fingers into her. “God.”

I put my mouth back on her clit, and she stops trying to be still instead moving against my mouth, her thighs tightening on either side of my head. I keep one arm locked around her hip, not trapping her but holding her exactly where she asked to be. My fingers move inside her, slow and deep, finding the angle that makes her curse softly. The piercing in my cock presses painfully against my jeans.

I want the ache. I want the proof of restraint while I make her lose hers.

She pulls my hair harder, and I groan. She jerks under my mouth, and I look up at her without stopping. Her eyes are heavy, dark, and fixed on me.

I nod once, and her fingers twist tighter.

I suck her clit into my mouth and stroke inside her harder, and her entire body locks.

“There we go,” I say against her.

A broken, strangled moan breaks through her, and I keep the rhythm steady, not rushing her toward the finish line. Her hips rock against my face, her knees trembling, her breath catching over and over until her control finally snaps.

She comes with my name in her mouth this time.

Warren.

This time, she knows who she’s calling.

This time, I know exactly what it will cost me to hear it again.

I work her through it until she pulls at my hair and whispers, “Too much.”

I stop immediately and kiss the inside of her thigh and then the other. When I look up, I find her flushed all the way down her chest, her mouth open, and one hand braced behind her.

The sight of her almost ruins my life.

She looks down at me, her smile dazed. “Hi.”

I almost laugh. “Hi.”

“You’re on your knees in my bakery.”

“Yeah, I am.”

I stand, and she reaches for me immediately, pulling me between her legs. She kisses me hard, tasting herself on my mouth without hesitation. The sound she makes into the kiss almost breaks me.

Her hands go to my belt.

She unbuckles it with unsteady fingers, then unbuttons my jeans. Her hand slides inside and wraps around me.

I stop breathing.

When she pulls me free, her eyes drop.

The first time she saw the piercing, she looked stunned.

Now she looks hungry.

I grip the edge of the counter. “Halston.”

Her thumb strokes over the head of my cock, then lower, touching the metal just beneath the head.

My hips jerk.

Her smile goes from soft to wicked. “I like knowing what that does to you.”