“Does that feel good ,little Badger?”
“Having seduced many women,” she panted,“I would assume you know it feels good. Arrogant p-pea-peacock.”The pressure inside her built.
Sutton sucked in his breath. “Yes,but none I wanted to pleasure as much as you, my Badger. Put your hands on myshoulders.” His voice was rough. Demanding.
She complied, grasping the fabric at hisshoulders. The dragon nipped at her fingers.
She was immediately rewarded for hercompliance as another digit joined the first. Her inner core expanded,stretched wickedly to wrap around his fingers.
“Oh, my.”
The thumb suddenly stopped its ministrations.
Alexandra wanted to scream infrustration. Was he stopping? Like an animal she moved her hipstowards his hand seeking, wanting.
The two fingers inside her,wiggled.
“Oh God,pleaseSutton.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
Her heart flipped at hearing theendearment from his lips. Her nipples hard and sensitive begged for hisministrations. Alexandra would burst if he didn’t touch her again.
She sobbed. “I don’t know what Iwant. I don’t know what to ask for.”
“Tell me you want me. I want tohear you say it.”
His tongue flicked lightly against thesensitive numb. His fingers, still buried deep within her, moved in timewith his tongue.
She thrust herself against hismouth.
Sutton held her firmly. The tongueflicked and retreated. The ache built inside her, needy, demanding.
Alexandra’s muscles clenched around hisfingers, “Please.” She wanted his mouth on her again.
“Say it.” His tongue rasped againsther flesh. “Say it or I’ll stop.” The sensation traveled all the way downher body. She heard herself moan.
“I want you. Only you.” She said itas if she were begging for food. As if she were burning in flames andonly he could rescue her.
His mouth settled back over her as hethrust a third finger deep into her. Alexandra cried out. Theintensity of his fingers and the stroke of his tongue gave way to a fine,intense pinpoint of pleasure. Her body tensed. The pressure of hismouth increased, his fingers thrust into her.
A white hot, bolt of intenseecstasy, shot through her. Wave upon wave of pleasure so powerful, soforceful, that she cried out. Nothing she'd ever read, nor any cautionarytale heard from her Aunt Eloise, had prepared Alexandra for the wealth ofpleasure she experienced at Sutton’s touch.
“Sutton, Sutton.” She sobbed hisname, her heart and body filled with this man. Only, this man.
He clasped her tightly. His tonguecontinued to stroke her until her body stopped its wild movements.
The sensations faded. The jerkingof her body stopped. She felt bloodless, boneless, limp and weak.If he hadn’t held her, she would likely have collapsed into a heap on thefloor.
His hands left her body. A kisspressed against her womanhood. Then the kisses moved down her leg, as hecarefully retied her drawers and lowered her skirt. He murmured somethingagainst her thigh in a soothing tone. His lips touched her thigh inreverence. Breathing heavily, his fingers trailed down her leg to herankle.
Sutton grabbed her hand and pressed itagainst the arousal in his trousers.
Alexandra didn’t flinch. Insteadshe traced the hard, uncompromising shape with her fingers.
He groaned, the sound loud andmale. He brushed his mouth against hers.
She could taste herself on his lips.
