His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(80)
Author: Shayla Black

“Can we hurry?”

“Oh, impatient. I don’t know, baby girl. You were prepared to make me wait.”

But she’d waited her whole life. Joaquin alone had been honest about her identity. Now he was showing her genuine pleasure between a man and a woman. “I was wrong.”

“You were.” He nodded. “You can make it up to me by asking me to remove your panties.”

Bailey ached to shove them down herself, but with her hands tethered to the bed that was impossible. “Take my panties off. Please. Now.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed the firm square of his jaw, pretending deep thought. “That was more impatience than sincerity.”

“I mean it. I need it.” She was begging and she didn’t care anymore. Pride was nothing in the face of this ache. Bailey hated that he’d been able to undo her so easily, but honestly, had she expected to keep up with him? No.

“I’m teasing,” he assured her, then took hold of the lace around her waist and slowly began dragging the scrap of fabric down.

The chilly air hit her hip bones before he paused just above her mound. Her entire body tensed as she waited, wanted. But he dragged it out, making her guess if he would continue, when he’d decide. Finally, he tugged the silky bit down and pushed them to her knees before anchoring a foot in the crotch. He kicked down to finish the job.

Bailey didn’t watch that, just saw his gaze zero in on her swollen sex. She felt his stare like an actual touch. Everything sensitive between her legs surged and leapt, pouting and anticipating.

He dragged a knuckle down her slick, smooth lips. “You’re bare.”

“I have to wax. My costumes are sometimes thin and pale. Revealing. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed—”

“Fuck no.” That finger of his skated over her wet flesh again, making her stomach knot, her desire ratchet up. “I love it. Spread your legs.”

“Why?” Her voice shook. The idea both terrified and aroused her.

“Because I asked you to. If I can’t see your pussy, I can’t look at it and think about all the dirty, perfect ways I’m going to eat it.”

Bailey literally couldn’t breathe.

“I . . .” The rest of the sentence wouldn’t materialize. She probably looked like an idiot with her jaw hanging open. And yes, she knew that men did that to women every day, but not her.

“Is that a yes?” He laved her nipple, his hazel eyes drilling into hers, darkening and heating as he did.

“Yes.” The sound came out more like a panting breath than a word.

“Good. Soon. First, I want to really make you come and watch your face.” He dipped his head again and affixed his mouth to the other nipple, sucking rhythmically as his finger zipped back down her belly and stopped just above her aching sex. “Spread your legs. I won’t ask again.”

Bailey didn’t hesitate. If she’d never had a real orgasm, then she wanted one. And she wanted Joaquin to give it to her. If he was going to drown and overwhelm her anyway, she might as well go big or go home.

He chuckled. “That’s perfect, baby girl. I like you eager for my touch. I want to make you just as eager to fuck.”

“Do you talk like this to every woman?”

Joaquin cocked his head, clearly considering. “I usually don’t say anything. Somehow I can’t not talk to you. Not sure what’s up with that. Does it bother you?”

She shook her head. “I love it.”

“I can’t promise it will last once we’re really busy, but . . . yeah. I like rattling you with a few words. Did you know you blush? Your skin is so fair, you flush rosy all over. That turns me on.”

Heat crawled up her cheeks, and she laughed. “Like this?”

“Exactly.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, to her jaw, then trailed his lips all around her nipples. Before she could protest, his fingers dipped into her furrow again, skimmed directly over her clit.

Bailey gaped and tightened, whimpering when he didn’t stop.

He inserted a finger inside her next, his thumb still strumming the little bead of nerves above. “Jesus, Bailey . . . You’re tight and sweltering. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

She didn’t answer, couldn’t even find her voice or her brain. She finally stopped fighting the inevitable and gave herself over to the explosive pleasure he wrung from her.

As he added another finger inside her, Joaquin prodded a spot deep, then worked her clit in smaller circles, teasing more than pressing. Always making her ache and wait. But the need built and escalated, clawing at her until her head swam. Until her belly tightened and her thighs trembled. Until she held her breath in desperate need of his next stroke.