“Evan.” Those little tight gasps. He wanted to absorb every single one.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, suddenly desperate to hear her say it. “My fingers inside you, flicking that little pearl that had you screaming for me at the tower.” She was trying to crawl farther onto his lap, now seemingly as desperate as he felt. He gripped her by the waist and lifted her until she was straddling him.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a taut thread, ready to snap. “That is what I want.”
He made himself take in a breath, as whatever it was that held him together was being ruthlessly ripped at the seams by this woman.
“Unbutton your jacket for me,” he demanded as his hands slid under her skirts.
She shivered at the contact of his skin on hers, but she didn’t retreat. His lioness would have what she wanted.
“I’d like to taste your breasts, Luz Alana. Has anyone done that for you? Swirled their tongue around your nipple, sucked it into their mouth?” She gave a little shake of her head and hid her face against his neck.
So damn sweet.
His hand found her heat as she pressed tender little kisses on his skin. Gently he coaxed her from her hiding place and brought her face up, so he could look at her. He wanted to see her reactions. He’d been entranced that night at the tower with the way her eyes fluttered closed when he touched her. How her mouth made a perfect O right before she climaxed for him. He wanted to see it again. He slid the pad of his finger over the furrow of her. The folds hot and slick, and his mouth flooded with saliva at the thought of tasting her sweetness. He circled the bundle of nerves, and she froze, mouth falling open on a gasp.
“So hot for me already, sweetheart,” he praised before bending his head to mouth a breast through the layers of fabric. He bit down softly, eliciting a lusty little moan. “Come on, love. Let me see them.”
She made quick work of the buttons of her bodice, as well as the chemise under it, as his hands taunted and teased her. He dipped two fingers in her, and she rocked into that touch as she labored to reveal more of herself to him.
He was gripping her left thigh to bring her closer to him when he noticed.
“No pistol today?” he asked, unable to suppress his amusement.
“I wasn’t sure how things would go today,” she explained. Evan made a distracted noise at her explanation, much too riveted by all the luscious golden-brown skin in front of him. “I didn’t want to be tempted to shoot you.” Preoccupied as he was with unlatching her corset, it took a moment for the words to register.
When he lifted his eyes to hers, he found such an impish glint in them that he felt his body flood with something very akin to joy.
“You are delectable,” he said simply, too short of words and too full of precarious emotions to risk saying more. He cupped her breasts, loving the scorching heft of them. He lapped at a nipple with his tongue, circling the tight nub as she writhed under him. “I love how you move.”
She cried and moaned at every filthy thing he whispered in her ear.
“More, please,” she cried softly, and he obliged. His fingers found that secret knot hidden in her soft folds, and he flicked it, just as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.
“Yes, love, come for me,” he urged and brought her down for a kiss as he slid into that tight heat. Fast, vigorous circles with the pads of his fingers until he felt the tremors of her thighs; her hands, which had been loosely hanging on his shoulders, gripped him tight as she thrust into his touch frantically, eyes closed and head thrown back in pure bliss. Needing more of her, he lifted his head and mouthed the base of her throat.
The taste of her, he would never get enough.
Evan kept coaxing more tremors from her until she slumped against him. He petted her softly, curving his hand to her bottom. He was painfully hard, but he didn’t remember the last time he’d been this satisfied. Luz was still breathing harshly against his neck when he turned to press a kiss to her mouth.
“This was not how I planned things to go,” she muttered in a languid voice that truly did liken her to a lioness in repose.
“I’d love to hear what you thought would transpire after you volleyed the wordcopulatein my direction.”
“That’s a fair point.” She laughed huskily and shook her head. She looked utterly debauched, her breasts glistening from his attention, and he should address the matter of his cockstand before he was permanently injured. He just could not make himself move.
“Don’t I need to do something about this?” she said, pressing herself to his afflicted organ.
“Not today,” he said tightly before tucking an errant curl behind her ear. “But rest assured, I will be availing myself of that copulatory clause.”
She laughed, and it was crystalline and clear. A sound so carefree, Evan could hardly believe he’d been the cause of it.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked, her voice shaking ever so slightly. He could not forget the risks this woman was taking for him. He could not let her down.
“I am agreeable to all your terms, Miss Heith-Benzan,” he told her very seriously.
She considered him for a second as she moved to prop herself up and, rubbing his cock with her rump in the process, elicited a pained hiss.
