His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(79)
Author: Shayla Black

None of that mattered as his touch slid down, down, easing over the lace waistband of her panties, then inched even lower. Finally, he grazed the silken fabric, now thoroughly drenched by her arousal.

He applied more pressure with a low, appreciative moan. “That’s wet. So sweet. I can’t wait to put my mouth right here . . .” He rubbed a little circle over her clit. “And you’re hard, too. You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

Bailey arched into his touch, hoping to deepen the pressure.

Instead, he eased off. “Answer the question.”

With a mindless whimper, she pulled at the cuffs, tried to lift her hips—anything. He withdrew completely. “Bailey?”

“Yes. I want to.”

“Tell me in a complete sentence.”

“You’re making me wait,” she accused.

He nodded. “Just like I’m making sure I know exactly what you’re willing to let me do.”

If she hadn’t been so turned on, Bailey knew she’d be mortified. But just the promise of his fingers dancing over her sensitive bundle of nerves again was all she needed to push past her embarrassment. “Please make me come.”

“Such sweet begging. I’ll definitely consider it. Soon.”

His words barely registered before he rolled on top of her and captured her mouth in a demanding press, spreading her lips wide with his own, without patience or apology. With the kiss, he seemed to take her entire body. She felt suspended by a thickening line of desire. It held her afloat, against him, breath held, waiting . . .

Bailey lost herself in the skillful slide of his lips, the urgent surge of his tongue. She curled her fingers into fists, wishing she could touch him, bring him closer—something that would ease the ache now throbbing deep behind her clit.

Joaquin tore his mouth away, breathing heavily as he stared down into her eyes. “I don’t know why the fuck you get to me this way. I wasn’t meant to touch you. I never took you from your life with the intent to hustle you into bed.”

To most, she would probably have no reason to believe him. But she did.

“I never thought I’d trust you,” she admitted. “Then you were honest with me.”

He grimaced. “I was harsh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Make it better?” she asked breathlessly.

“It’s on.”

The words had barely cleared his mouth before he clasped his lips around her nipple. Easing to her side, he didn’t let go, just drew her in more deeply. She groaned through the suction, her legs shifting restlessly, parting.

Joaquin didn’t have to be tempted or coaxed. He glided his fingers unerringly back to her clit as he nibbled at the hard crest of her breast again. The double-punch stole her breath. Her sex gushed with moisture, more than ready to ease his path deep inside her.

The teasing circles of his fingers didn’t speed up. He didn’t press harder. Instead, his touch was a never ending taunt, a burning pleasure that built toward an incendiary explosion. The little catches of her breath seemed to excite him more. The erection he pressed to her thigh only grew thicker, harder. Damn, she wanted that.

Under his touch, the throbbing rushed up, crowding her senses. A surge of euphoria momentarily robbed her sanity. Bailey cried out.

“That feel good?”

“That was great.” Far better than anything she’d ever given herself. It definitely surpassed anything Ryan Fuller had given her on prom night.

“Was?”

She hesitated. “Yeah. The orgasm is over.”

Joaquin sent her a wolfish laugh. “That wasn’t an orgasm.”

“Of course it was.” It had to be. The edge of the pleasure now wasn’t quite as sharp as it had been. What else could it have been?

“Is that what you think?” He lifted his fingers from her needy bud.

Instantly, demand slammed her as desire returned full force. She gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Exactly,” he growled. “Why would you think you’d had an orgasm?”

“I-I’ve never . . .” God, how embarrassing to realize that he knew more about her body than she did.

“Never? Was your last lover totally inept?”

Pretty much. She hadn’t known it at the time, but they’d been the blind leading the blind, so the confusion made sense. “Inexperienced.”

He kissed the side of her breast. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.”

The thought made her feel faint. Already, he’d done far more than she’d ever experienced. And if he gave her more pleasure than she was acquainted with, well, then . . . wow.