Page 76 of A Shot at Love
In one swift move, he slid his hands under her butt, lifted her and settled his mouth between her legs, his tongue sliding into all her heat.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” she gasped.
“Baby, you’re drenched.” He dropped a kiss on each thigh, then dragged his mouth to the top of them.
Little whimpers broke from the back of her throat when he dipped his tongue inside and tasted her, lapping every inch he could reach.
He found the little button of flesh, hidden at the top, licked it once, then sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, while he pumped two fingers inside her.
Her body vibrated against him as his fingers curled and gently scraped at her walls, his tongue dedicated to pleasuring her.
Gemma’s hips bucked off the bed, her insides clenching and squeezing around his fingers. From his vantage point he watched her shove her fist into her mouth to drown the scream of the climax whipping through her. Her breaths came in short, hard spurts, her breasts jumping with each swift intake of air. With his free hand he reached up and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers.
The muscles in her thighs clenched like a vise around him. One hand braced at the back of his head, holding him in place as he stayed with her until she rode the wave home.
God, she was beautiful, even more than he’d fantasized she could be. She might not think she needed romantic words, but watching her come, knowing he was the cause of such pleasure, made him want to say them to her.
When she opened her eyes, polished sapphires shined back at him.
He slid his fingers from inside her and sucked them into his mouth, smiling as he watched her face react.
She sat up in a flash and before he could draw breath she had him flat on his own back, her hands pushing his shoulders down against the bed, forcing him there as she straddled him.
He felt all her wet heat tantalizingly close, just nuzzling the erection poking through his boxers. He let out a ragged breath so deep his abdomen went concave with the effort.
Sitting on top of him, her weight balanced on her knees, he throbbed against her, wanting, needing, release.
Like a hunter finding prey, Gemma smiled down at him as she ground herself against him, then quickly pulled back.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Her smile turned wicked and playful as she gave his words back to him. “Be sure you want this to happen between us. I’ve been walking around wet and wanting for days”—she bent to lick his nipple—“so be sure, because”—she licked the other one—“I know I won’t be able to stop if we keep going.”
He lifted his shoulders and pushed against her hold to grab the back of her neck and yank her in close.
“Still sure?” she asked and then swiped her tongue across his chin.
“Abso-frigging-lutely.”
He reversed their positions before she could blink and nestled himself between her thighs, nudging them apart with his knees.
If it was physically possible he went harder when she giggled.
Gemma slid her hands along his back until they were inside his boxers. “Take these off,” she commanded, pushing them off his waist and down over his butt. “Now.”
“Bossy, much?” He shifted back on his knees and yanked them down and off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
He kept a watchful look on her eyes. His heart stopped for a few beats when they drifted down to see him, naked and pulsing, and turned the color of ripe blueberries after a rainfall: shiny, moist, rich.
Gemma reached out and fisted her hand around his shaft.
“Talk about someone being perfect,” she whispered. She ran her thumb along the top edge of him and massaged the silky drop of fluid she found around its head.
Ky threw back his head, stretching his neck and digging deep for control. The precise, smooth friction of her hand as it moved up and down the length of him was tortuous ecstasy. When her hand dipped down to cup his balls, he covered it with his own.
“Baby, you need to stop that or this will be over way too soon.”
Smiling, she slid her hands around his back and pulled him down on top of her. “We wouldn’t want that,” she said against his lips.
Kissing her was an experience all in itself. From the back of his mind the notion bloomed that he could be happy for the rest of his life just kissing Gemma Laine.
