He rears back, nailing me to the door with his hips, and drags my shirt up and off. Tosses it aside. Reaches around behind my back for my bra clasp, finds nothing but strap, and frowns. Prepares to haul it up and off like he did last time.
I touch his wrist to stop him. “Wait.”
He frowns—glowers, thinking I’m denying him. “Need your tits, Myka.”
I bite my lip over a grin, and undo the front clasp, letting my breasts sway free. Shrug the straps off each arm in turn, and the garment drops to the floor. His eyes flare, jaw grinding, hands tightening almost painfully into my bottom as his eyes rake over my chest. I feel him rouse behind his shorts, feel him harden, thicken against my core.
With a snarl, he buries his face between my breasts, and then his mouth latches onto a nipple, lifting the breast to his mouth. The hot hard suckle of his mouth sends a hot tight lance of pleasure searing through me, and I gasp, gripping the back of his head with one hand, squeezing my other breast with the other, lifting it, shoving it at him. He takes it, fingers tweaking the damp tautness of the nipple his mouth just left, twisting and pinching until I gasp again, sharper this time. My sex floods, my arousal so potent I’d wager he can smell it, feel it against him.
He sets me on my feet and drops to his knees in front of me. Gazes up at me, eyes dark and shining black with need. His fingers hook in my shorts and panties, drag them down. I step out, and he nudges them away. Eyes still on mine, he fuses his mouth to my sex, devouring me.
“Ohhh, gosh,” I groan, head thunking back against the door, and then I curl forward to look down at him, to watch as he tastes me. “Rev,yes.”
He palms both of my breasts, squeezes, kneads, and then pinches both of my nipples,hard, yanking a breathless cry from me, which transitions to a whimper as his tongue slips into me, tasting me, and then he’s suckling my clit between his teeth.
He never looks away from my eyes. “Come for me, Myka,” he commands. “Now.”
I jerk, spasming against his mouth, and I discover in that moment that he can, in fact, command me to orgasm and my body will simply obey.
I come.
Hard.
Shake, grinding against his mouth, his stubble rough on the tender silk of my inner thighs, the lips of my sex. He is relentless, devouring me until the orgasm leaves me weak in the knees.
I nearly collapse, but of course he’s there, standing up and pinning me in place so I can’t fall. His mouth shines wet with my essence.
His hot smooth chest heaves, his tight, shredded abs flexing with his breaths. He’s so erect his shorts can’t entirely contain him—and the sight of the tip of him peeking out above the waist of his shorts is too much for me. It touches off my fuse. I shove the shorts down, and now he’s naked with me, toeing the shorts away.
His eyes are wild, sparking with arousal.
I’m not breathing. “Rev…you’re so freaking…gorgeous.”
He just huffs. Claims my mouth with another of those trademarked Rev kisses that scorch my breath away and leave me putty in his hands while also setting me on fire.
And then his hands grip me, one behind my neck and the other pinioning my shoulder. Pushing me down.
I know what he wants.
And it terrifies me. Because my ex…
I refuse to think of him, and the things he said to me, the last time I did that to him—refuse to entertain the memories of how he made me feel, that day. It’d be too easy to descend into that madness—I remember it vividly, remember each word, verbatim.
This is Rev. He’s different.
I hold his eyes, and I know he has to see the war on my face, the battle in my eyes.
“Myka—” he starts.
I swallow my fear, my self-consciousness. Ignore the words banging inside my skull—hisvoice,hiswords.
I drop to my knees, and Rev’s brow furrows, tightens, jaw hardening. His tongue slides along his lips. He’s still holding my shoulder and the back of my neck. He yanks my hair free of the ponytail, then knots his fist in the long blond locks.
My chest hurts, a hot iron band around my lungs. My heart crashes and hammers.
I know I must look as scared as I feel. But I refuse to lethimruin me, take anything from me. This isn’t abouthim. It’s about me, and Rev. And Rev wants this. My gosh, he’s given me one orgasm already, and if I know anything about him at all that’s just the precursor.
I can do this.
