Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(56)
“Told you that you don’t know everything about me anymore,” I quip.
“And I told you I want to know everything. Never been more true than right fucking now.” For a brief second, his eyes cut to mine, and I can see how hungry he is. How close this man is to becoming fully feral. How badly he wants me is painted all over his face, and it makes my thighs clench together.
“Oh, yeah?” Tuning out the warning bells and the percussion of my terrified heartbeat, I place a finger under the thin strap on my left shoulder and slip it down.
There’s a dull throb behind my pelvic bone, and I barely breathe while his eyes follow my every move. When I pluck the other strap in my fingers, his hand covers mine, helping slide the strap down my arm.
His tongue skates across his bottom lip, leaving it glistening and kissable. Shaking slightly, he rests a palm on my arm. No more than an inch from where my right breast is ready to be set free. And if my chest was anything more than an A-cup, I’m sure the pajama tank wouldn’t be enough to keep them contained without straps.
Denver’s thumb stretches to test the waters with a graze of side-boob. Getting no pushback from me, he exhales a strained, rough “fuck it.”
Within a heartbeat, my shirt’s bunched around my waist, his mouth is ravaging mine, and he’s massaging my breasts— the budded nipples pressed into his firm palms. With a needy moan I tumble backward on the bed. And he hovers over me, pulling the oxygen from my lungs through a mind-altering kiss.
I gasp for air when his lips leave mine to drag down my neck. Then his tongue glides over my skin, along my collarbone and down my chest, spreading gasoline over the fire in my core. I didn’t invite him over here intending to have sex. At least, not consciously. But all I want is for him to fill the aching emptiness I’m suddenly overwhelmed by.
He draws back for only half a second—enough to get a good look at my new-to-him jewelry and let me pull my shirt completely off—before diving back in and forcing a hoarse moan from the back of my throat. His tongue encircles each nipple like a halo, flicking over the dainty barbells and sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Feeling my body buck under him, he huffs, and the hot forced air only drives me more wild.
I grip his muscular shoulders, letting my nails sink into his flesh. I am not seriously going to come already. I shake the thought away as he flicks across my pebbled nipple again.
Oh, fucking hell.
My toes curl as Denver moves to the opposite breast and licks at one while gently teasing the other between his fingers.
“Den—” I whisper-shout, pulling at his hair to get his attention.
“Mmmm.” He hums as he licks a trail down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my shorts, waiting until I lift my hips slightly and allow him to pull them down. My knees fall away from each other slightly, and he takes me in with a low growl. “Fucking look at you. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Spread yourself, baby, show me what I’ve been missing.”
I let my hand trail down between my breasts, over my stomach, and down to my pussy. A dark gleam in his eye, he motions with his head for me to continue. So I press my fingers to my labia, splitting them for him to see.
I’m completely naked and spread wide for him, but I don’t feel exposed at all. Even after all this time, his gaze is full of wanton lust when he looks at me. He wants me as badly as I still want him.
“You’re already so wet, baby girl. You like when I tease your nipples?” He folds his tongue around one and my eyes roll back in my head for a second. “I can’t believe you got them pierced. God, I thought I loved your tits before—but now?”
Insatiable.
Denver grips my hips, leaning to kiss my body, worshipping me from head to toe with the attentive drag of his tongue. Until I’m close to begging, needy for his hands or mouth to be relieving the pressure built at the apex of my thighs. His finger smooths over my clit, and he sucks on my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple at the same time he slips a finger through my wetness.
There’s a rumble in his chest when he slips one, then two fingers deep inside me. And I hold a palm over my mouth, struggling not to cry out as he fills me with a new need. I won’t be satisfied until I have all of him. I know it.
He pulls his hand away and brings it to his mouth, then sucks his fingers clean of me with a hum of desire deep in his chest. It’s as if he’s just tasted the most exquisite dessert on Earth.
With a sated smile, he quietly says, “You keep insisting I don’t know you anymore—I’ve never forgotten the way you taste. That sweet pussy of yours hasn’t changed, baby. But you know what I really want to know about the new Blair?”
“What?”
“I need to know if you still sound the same when you’re coming for me,” he mumbles against the crook of my neck, nipping at my delicate skin.
His fingers slip deep inside, pulling me closer to orgasm, while his mouth focuses back on my nipples. The fire engulfs me, and my back arches to be even closer to his touch. Within seconds of slow, methodical licks and his beckoning fingers, I’m moaning—loudly.
“Shhh, baby. You need to be good and quiet.” He lays his free hand across my mouth, smiling with pride when I bite down on his flesh at the same moment an orgasm rips through me. And still, he doesn’t stop sucking and flicking and fucking while I come back down from the high.