He tugged gently, exposing her throat to him once again. “Let go, gorgeous. Give it to me. Give me your pleasure.” His warm, wet tongue slicked up the center of her throat, slowly and deliberately. She felt the sensation from his mouth ripple across her skin and she moaned.
“God, I want it. Come for me,” he whispered. He pulled back on her hair a little harder and fastened his lips on the soft skin below her chin. She cried out, a breathy, pleading sigh that met her own ears with a seductive ring. She felt the uneven lift to his lips as he smiled a smug grin against her skin, plunging hard and deep inside her. “Give it to me,” he implored, his voice husky and low.
She was never a believer in the orgasm on demand, like the ones she’d heard stories about or read about in sexy romance novels, but she’d never been with a man like this either. Demanding her pleasure, begging for her release. It was titillating. It was sexy. And the words caressed that tiny little soft spot, giving her just enough to send her over . . .
And for the first time ever, she did.
She gave him her release, shattering around him with a force that made her entire body tremble in the most delectable way.
Sitting straight up in his seat, he folded his arms around her tightly, her entire body running against his. The heat from his bare chest soaked through her thin dress, detonating tiny electric jolts to prick her already sensitive skin.
“Oh, hell,” he mumbled, then caught her lips with his, crushing his mouth against hers. Sealing his heady moan in the depths of her mouth, she imbibed his satisfaction as he thrust his hips upward one last time. But his kiss didn’t stop. Instead, he cupped her face and plunged his tongue inside, tangling around hers. He tasted like whiskey and sex—like man.
Her lips sank to his, brushing over the deep scar. His kiss only intensified. She became light-headed and dizzy and she didn’t want it to stop.
“Mmm.” He moaned into her mouth again, and the sound vibrated against her lips, numbing them and warming them at the same time. “I needed to taste you,” he whispered, his lips still lingering over hers. “Had I known you would taste this good, feel this good, I would have kissed you the moment you were in my reach.” Then he kissed her again.
• • •
“I’m flying out to Philadelphia tomorrow, so I got a room at the Hyatt downtown if you want to keep me company,” Rafe said. They were sitting in her car in the dimly lit parking garage next to Rafe’s Jeep.
Fallon shifted toward him in her seat. Even the slow, casual movement of turning her body to face him had a beautiful fluidity. She smiled. “As much as I’m now positive I would enjoy keeping you company, I don’t participate in sleepovers. But thanks for the offer.”
A heavy, disappointed sigh pivoted through his chest. Once wasn’t enough. He’d only sampled her, and it left him craving more. He needed to taste her body, drink in the sight of her naked beneath him. “I’d love the opportunity to change your mind,” he suggested, running his fingers over the bare skin of her knee.
Her breath staggered when his fingers toured the soft, supple flesh inside her thigh.
Deftly lifting her gaze from his proficient touch, she chortled quietly, as if embarrassed. “I appreciate your commitment to persuade me, but that’s one rule I don’t intend on breaking tonight.”
She might not break her rule tonight, but he’d have her begging again soon enough.
Another alarm fired off in his mind. He hadn’t wanted to pursue a woman more than once since Bridgette. Repeat offenses didn’t interest him. But Fallon? Goddamn, he had to have her again. It wasn’t just the sex that was addictive; she was the only person who’d given him full relief from the agony still residing in his chest. She was a remedy that didn’t numb him.
His palm flattened on the inside of her thigh, and she shut her eyes. Leaning over the seat, he buried his face in the curve of her neck. “Next time I’m inside you”—he paused, closing his lips around her skin, using the flat of his tongue to prepare the designated spot for the small assault his mouth was about to inflict, then he sucked firmly as he pulled away—“I want you flat on your back, naked, so I can appreciate this sweet, beautiful body.”
He felt her skin break out in small, smooth chill bumps as his breath bounced over her neck.
Her eyes opened. “And you’re sure there’ll be a next time?” she asked breathlessly. He smiled at the irony. The small touch of his hand and the nearness of his lips on her skin caused the air in her lungs to stumble from her mouth. Yet she was questioning his certainty?