Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(159)

He took her hand. “I’ve already taken the leap of faith. I trust you, Sasha. I trust that when I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll still be here, that you won’t have sold my story to the press.” He looked into her eyes with a powerful intensity. “So? What do you say? Stay with me? Take a chance on me?”

Sasha stared back, her mind a swirl of confusion. Thomas couldn’t be playing her. He just couldn’t.

Suddenly, she heard her own voice flowing from her lips. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Thomas took it as invitation to take her face between his hands and kiss her. She reciprocated, and they kissed deeply, passionately. The sensation was all-consuming, more than just desire, something stronger, something beyond lust. Sasha had scratched the surface of that emotion once before with Chris, but it hadn’t felt like this. She’d never lost sight of where his body ended and hers began. She’d never felt so perfectly in tune with him that every touch of his tongue or movement of his lips was exactly what she needed in that moment.

Thomas swiped his arm across the work surface to clear a space and edged Sasha back onto it. He hitched her dress up to her hips.

“Promise you won’t leave,” he said, burying his face into his neck.

“I won’t leave,” she gasped.

“Tell me there’s nowhere else you want to be.”

“There’s nowhere else I want to be. Nowhere.”

“Tell me there’s no one else for you.”

“There’s no one else for me.” She whispered the words automatically, her body filling to the brim with desire.

Thomas dropped to his knees. “I’ve been wanting to taste you again all day.”

A thrill of anticipation ran through Sasha’s body, as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. Then she felt his tongue on her clit and let out a moan. He licked her with such gentle precision she couldn’t help but cry out and shudder. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the sensation of his head moving as he licked and sucked her.

Thomas picked up the pace, licking faster, harder. His tongue moved to the rhythm of her body, as though dictated by her noises and movements. He was amazingly intuitive.

She panted hard and felt a head rush come over her. She closed her eyes to stop her vision from swimming and allowed herself to immerse in pure sensation. There was nothing in the world but the feel of his lips. Then she felt his fingers circle her entrance and gasped. She’d never felt anything so amazing.

Her skin was on fire with pleasure. She could feel the moisture trickling from between her legs, and the wetness of his tongue as he lapped at her.

His fingers slid into her, and she gasped, tightening her grip on his hair, pulling her knees up so that her feet were hooked over the edge of the worktop. She flopped backwards, her back resting on the cold surface. Thomas shifted his position, raising himself up so that now he could glance over her pubic mound and along the length of her body. The look in his eyes was one of such intensity that it pushed her even closer to the edge.

She leaned up on her elbows and curled her toes. Thomas kept his serious gaze locked on her, and she couldn’t help but move her hips in rhythm. She groaned with desire. She’d never seen a man as gorgeous as Thomas Lloyd, and seeing his face between her thighs was beyond amazing. She felt herself racing towards climax.

For the second time that day, white light burst across Sasha’s vision. She threw her head back, cried out, and basked in the powerful orgasm. This one was even more intense than the one earlier. It felt like he’d primed her body for it, like the first orgasm was just preparation for this one. And it was going on and on and on....

She tipped her head back, shaking her hair.

Her orgasm began petering out, but Thomas wasn’t stopping. He slowed as she did then rose to his feet, his fingers still inside of her, still moving to the rhythm of her pulsating pelvic floor muscles. He slipped another finger inside, widening her, creating more pressure. She gasped at the sensation. With his thumb, he began massaging her clit.

Sasha’s arousal inflamed again. She had no idea her body could do this. She’d only ever had one orgasm at a time. Chris always came as soon as she did and that was the end of sex. She’d had no idea that she could keep going, that she could feel something even more powerful and intense than she already had.

She clutched him by the shoulders and stared intently into his eyes. He never took his attention away from her. Everything was focused on her face, on her emotions, on how he was making her feel, as though his only goal in the world was to make her come harder than she ever had before.

“Fuck me,” she said.