Tempt Our Fate (Sutten Mountain, #2)(45)

She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I press my palms into them, stopping her from ruining my fun. “Don’t even think about it,” I growl.

“Your two minutes have started.”

I laugh, leaning in so my breath tickles her inner thighs. “Time doesn’t start until I say so. You have to give me a minute to appreciate every perfect inch of your body.” I kiss along the curve of her hips. The skin is so soft, a contrast to the way her nails claw at the back of my neck.

My lips lower, hovering along her bikini line. She mewls, clearly dissatisfied that I haven’t placed my lips on the place she aches for me the most.

“Don’t worry.” My tongue peeks out to lick the inside of her thigh. I couldn’t resist getting a little glimpse at the taste of her arousal that coats between her legs. “I’ll have your hips bucking as you fuck my face very soon. But first—” I pull away, letting my eyes do the exploring for a moment. “—I need to account for every dip and curve of your body.”

“Why?” she pants, the word so quiet I almost miss it.

“Because your body is so perfect, one day I’ll have to recreate it with clay so I can admire it forever.”





26





PIPPA





I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. I didn’t know I could ache so much between my thighs. That I’d ever feel wetness pooling from me just from the dirty words a man whispered to me in the dark.

Camden has already shown me so much, and he hasn’t even touched the spot where I throb the most. It’s infuriating to have my body betray me like this. But even more, I’m relishing in losing control right alongside him. For every betrayal of my body, there’s a betrayal of his. There’s no way to miss the thick outline of his straining cock through his tailored pants. The lust in his eyes is evident, and I know that I’m not the only one caught up in the heat of the passion. We’ll go down together—both of us losing the war with the undeniable chemistry between us.

“Fuck, I’ll be thinking about this view for weeks,” he rasps. His words catch in his throat, as if the red-hot lust prevents him from speaking clearly.

I moan, rolling my hips to try and get some sort of friction. At least earlier, he was touching me—kissing, licking, exploring my body while he unraveled me little by little.

“Your two minutes are about to start.” I try to keep my voice level, but it shakes with how much I want him. My entire body is burning for him, and I feel like the only thing that will help me is for him to ease the ache with the swipe of his tongue along my clit.

His fingertips dig into my thighs. I’m well aware of how much the moonlight illuminates the cafe. He has a perfect view of all of me. Maybe if it were somebody else, I’d feel bashful. But not with him. There’s no way I could be embarrassed by anything about myself when he’s looking at me like he’ll starve if he doesn’t get a taste.

“You don’t start counting until I tell you to,” he commands. God, I never thought I’d get so turned on by his demands. I like it when he orders me around. I wonder if this is what he’s like behind the scenes. I know why everyone falls at his feet. It’s hard to do anything when his voice evens out, going low as he tells me exactly what he wants from me.

He squeezes my inner thighs, forcing them so wide that I’d fall backward if I didn’t have the support of the window behind me. It just now occurs to me that the full moon doesn’t only allow him to see every inch of my exposed skin, but anyone outside could see us if they were to look in our direction. That realization alone should have me pushing him away.

I don’t.

My fingers tangle in the longer strands of his hair at the top of his head, trying to guide him to my throbbing clit. “Anyone could see us here.” I don’t sound convincing in the slightest, but at least I tried—barely.

He finally gets closer, but his lips hover on my inner thigh instead of the apex of my thighs where I need him. He bites down, no doubt leaving another mark on my body.

Why do I like it? Maybe it’s because he soothes the pain by licking the skin. I didn’t know a tongue could feel so sensual, but the swipe of it along the stinging skin has me aching for more.

“We can move,” he says against my skin, slowly moving to where I want him. “But something tells me you like the idea of someone walking by and seeing us.” I’d comment on how he needs to stop dragging this out, but I’m too addicted to the anticipation of it. My entire body trembles, eager for what’s to come.

His fingers brush through my wetness, and oh my god, something’s never felt so good than to feel his calloused finger tracing my clit. At least until he uses another finger to spread me open, air hitting my most sensitive spot. It’d be cold if his hot breath wasn’t caressing me, warming me up.

I want to protest when I stop feeling the bite of his fingertips on my thigh, but the feeling doesn’t last long. His other hand joins in, one keeping me spread open while the heel of his other hand presses against my clit. He slides it up, one finger sliding into me.

I moan, the sound echoing around us. My eyes flutter open and shut, the sensations too much. I focus on staying on my feet—that and the way he achingly slowly pushes his finger deeper and deeper. The heel of his hand presses harder with each push of his finger. I’m feeling him everywhere at once. My skin tingles as my hips buck to meet his rhythm.