Page 56 of Embracing the Beat
“I lied,” she confesses.
“You lied. Do you know what happens now?”
“No?”
“I remind you that nothing between us is forgettable.”
I lift her to the counter, spreading her thighs. She grasps my arms in surprise, but I’m not finished with her yet. Not by a fucking long shot.
“Nothing,” I repeat.
I’ve denied myself long enough, locked every ounce of lust behind a gate obliterated by the vision of her standing in the bathroom doorway, steam billowing around her. I lift my hands to the knot of her towel, wrapping my fingers in the cotton, and pause.
She arches her back, pressing her chest against me, and my control snarls at the leash I still have it locked to.
“Do you know my favorite holiday?” I ask.
“H-h-holiday?” Her brow furrows, and I don’t deny the desire to brush the wrinkle with my lips.
“Christmas.” Extending my index finger, I run the tip along the line of the towel. “Want to know why?”
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around my thighs, holding me to her.
“I love to unwrap my presents. To discover what’s waiting for me.” I make quick work of the knot until the towel drops to pool around her hips.
Fuck. Her breasts are a work of art, her nipples tightening the longer I stare at them. Every part of my body vies for the opportunity to touch her first. But my hands win the battle, lifting almost without thought to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the dusky pink tips.
“West.” Her head falls back on her shoulders, and she thrusts her breasts farther into my hands. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Yes?” I pinch both nipples, twisting slightly.
“I…” She squirms against the counter.
“You?” I prompt, still teasing, still twisting.
Her next response is a moan. I lean over, drawing one of the buds into my mouth while my hand continues to play with the other. She digs her fingers into my scalp, pulling me closer. Like I’m going anywhere. The taste of her, the feel of her, shackle me to her in chains I don’t want to break.
I move my free hand to her hip, tracing the crease between it and her thigh until I find the apex. My finger slides easily along her folds, intent on my sole mission. To worship her body the way I’ve wanted to every night since the last time. As much as I want to bind her hands again, I’ll need to save that exploration for later. There’s another need racing down my spine. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I drop to my haunches, pressing her thighs farther apart and exposing her to my gaze.
“Beautiful.” My thumbs rub lightly along her inner thighs.
“West,” she whimpers as I press her legs wider, the touch of my fingers not quite what she needs.
“Is this what you want, baby?” I lean forward and drag a slow lick from back to front.
“God, yes.” Her thighs tense in my grasp, and the way she moans makes my dick twitch against the zipper of my pants. “More, please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I repeat the caress, back to front, before swirling my tongue around her clit. She tastes incredible. And like a gourmet meal, I devour her, sucking her clit into my mouth, nibbling slightly at the hard nub before releasing it to tap my tongue in a rhythm that has her panting for more. Her words are now a mix of moans, whimpers, and my name, filling me with animalistic pride. I’ve brought her to this point. I’ve made her muscles tense, curled her toes, and locked her body in stillness. She’s close. I stand and claim her mouth in a deep kiss, tangling my tongue with hers and absorbing the whimper of her interrupted orgasm.
“West.” She breaks the kiss, her eyes opening to stare at me.
The vision she makes—lips pink and swollen from my kisses, hooded eyes and tangled curls falling down her back. I’m never going to forget this moment.
“Yes?”
“I didn’t—” She gestures to her pussy, and I bite my cheek to hold back the threat of a smile.
