Page 86 of The Catch

"Yes, Amelia." He stands between my legs. He pulls down my last piece of clothing, his eyes locked on mine. "Let's see what your body can do."

"Are you that good with your mouth, Gael?"

"Yes." His smile is feline. He lifts a hand in a scouts-honor gesture. "A receiver's hand does a good job at helping, too."

His fingers look long and thick, now that I'm paying attention. I gulp.

He takes a few steps back and takes off his underwear. I sit up on the bed, breathing fast, feasting on the sight of his naked body.

I don't ask him to let me study him but he does anyway. He stands still.

His earring and chain contrast beautifully on the golden tan of his skin, and his deep brown eyes shine with the heat of his gaze. His generous shoulders and the long lines of his muscles call for my lips and my tongue. He's trim, but just theright amount to know I would touch flesh rather than stone, and I could bite and get a nice chunk of him between my teeth.

I lick my lips. I have never cared about using my mouth quite this way, quite this much before.

"You want me, Gael?"

The muscles low on his waist are developed, creating a tantalizing handle for my fingers, and a V pointing to a glorious, proud erection.

I want my mouth all over there, too.

"I've wanted you for years," he replies.

My lungs work fast, yet I'm breathless. He's dropping revelations like rain on me, little endearments and praise, and I want more. Craving is too simple a word for what I feel. It's a thirst, an ache, true lust. And in the middle of it, he tells me he's wanted me like this for a long time.

Anything but him and me like this has been a waste.

I'm mending it all tonight.

"Then get on your knees," I command.

I rest the weight of my torso on my hands. I'm so turned on that I fist the bed covers to ground myself.

He falls to his knees. Heat crackles in my veins.

I open my legs further, and devour the way his eyes study my pussy.

"How much do you want to taste me?" I ask. "Beg again."

"Amelia. Please. You're killing me. Let me use my tongue on you. My lips. I beg."

Fire breaks over my skin, burning slow and steady in my lungs. My muscles squeeze on nothing.

"Crawl to me," I moan.

"Amelia."

He goes on all fours.

I gasp, the sound making it through my sandpaper throat. "You are such a good boy."

I'm so turned on I'm getting dizzy.

I don't recognize myself. I've never acted like this before. Never talked like this before. Saint brings out parts of me I never knew. I don't think they can go back to the shadows again after tonight.

His movements are slow, like a panther on the floor, as he shows me the lengths he'll go to do my bidding.

"Fuck. Please." He moans. "Let me taste you. I'll worship you. I will make your pussy into my altar."