It tickled slightly, causing Abbi’s concentration to shatter. She anticipated the caress to climb higher, to her knee, to her thigh. But it didn’t; instead he stopped. Then started low again—this time two fingers traced a curving, unpredictable path that set her skin ablaze.
She needed him to go higher. But still he didn’t. Still he moved—so deliciously, so not enough.
“Please,” she whispered.
At that, he finally rose on his knees, bunching her skirt in his fists as he did and pushing it up. He leaned in, his hot breath blew over her thighs, and then he inhaled deeply.
She quivered. That gorgeous lethargy stole over her bones and she leaned back with a thud against the door behind her. Damn, he could make her melt just by breathing.
“You smell good,” he murmured.
She wriggled, embarrassed, but he laughed and leaned closer, pressing his chest between her legs so she had to keep them apart.
His lips brushed her upper thigh. Then his tongue stroked.
She groaned. She still had her damn panties on.
As if he read her mind, he rubbed her hands with his knuckles. “Hold your skirt up.”
She practically snatched the material he’d gathered from his grip. With his hands free, he immediately tugged her panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. She shivered as he did. Frozen, waiting for him to hit the hot spot, afraid that if she moved he wouldn’t. She was a hot mess of waiting.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “You want it.”
Oh she did. So much.
She moaned as he licked her upper thigh. Heard an answering growl from him like he was delighting in the taste of her desire. She vaulted to the edge of orgasm in a single touch.
“Joe,” she gasped.
“That’s it.”
It was all she could do to breathe. Heat rushed in on her. She wanted this, but she wanted more. So much more.
“Just enjoy it,” he murmured. “Let it happen.”
She couldn’t do much else.
He licked each side of her innermost thigh. Then used his teeth, a teasing bite, almost painful, and then a kiss. A warm brush of wet lips. Every time he moved from one side to the other he got a little closer. His hands kneaded her butt, squeezing her cheeks gently, but keeping her exactly where he wanted. Pushing her pelvis right into his upturned face.
He switched his hold, freeing a hand to glide it up the inside of her leg. He gently pushed her apart with his fingers, exposing her oversensitive clit to the air, his gaze, his mouth.
“You’re all swollen and ready for me.” His low grumble was pure satisfaction. “Your big clit is begging to be bitten.”
His teeth pinched and she gasped. She’d never been so turned on. And then he sucked on her.
Abbi cried out.
“Come on my tongue, sweetheart,” Joe said roughly.
He lightly bit again and as he did, he slid a finger inside her. It was a big finger.
“Yes.” Her hands fisted in her bunched-up skirt. Her inner muscles gripped on to him.
That’s what she needed—to be filled, given something to clench on to. The ache within her was unbearable.
He withdrew and then pushed back deeper. Two fingers. Slowly he pumped them, the rhythm matching the way he was teasing her clit, swirling his tongue around her, before sucking and then biting in a so-careful, so-concentrated clamp. Sensual heat consumed her as her focus narrowed in on his actions. She felt weightless, like the only things keeping her upright were the fingers inside her.
His rhythm and intensity increased. And it was so damn good. She rocked, riding him now, gasping restlessly as he worked her faster, finger-fucked her deeper, sucked her clit harder.
An orgasm ricocheted through her, swamping her in pleasure. Her body writhed as the convulsions twisted her inside out. Relentless, he kept his fingers pumping, his other hand clamped on her hip, pushing her back against the door, keeping her as still as possible while he kept sucking her sensitive clit.
Her hands released the skirt and her legs lost their strength as she screamed again. Too fucking much. Too sensitive. Too goddamn late—another orgasm hit, so hot on the heels of the first. She pleaded with him—yes, no—ooohhhh. She didn’t know anything anymore.
Only pleasure. Only satisfaction. Only lust.
Slick juices made his fingers slip and she heard his chuckle as she bent at the waist. He reached up to catch her as she slithered to the floor. Her bare butt hit the cool wood and her legs bent at the knee but still spread wide, everything exposed for him to see. He remained on his knees between her legs, hands on her waist, a satisfied yet still predatory smile on his face.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in a skirt. Never, ever wear panties again,” he said in a rough, low voice. “Promise me.”