So, just for the moment, couldn’t she be one of them?
She shifted, spreading her legs wider.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling down at her.
Warmth surged through her at the pride in his eyes.
His hands caressed her legs, sliding over her knees and moving ever higher. Maneuvering himself, he pressed his lips to her inner thigh. A shiver raced through her at the intimate touch. He’d done much more to her body before, of course. The night of the gala he’d taken her every way he wanted. But that had been a moment out of time.
This was real in a way it never had been before.
His fingers teased higher until he reached the apex of her thighs.
A small gasp escaped her as he traced the wet folds of her slit. The touch was light, merely a taste of what was to come.
She remembered the gala. Remembered how she’d stepped out of her dress as it pooled on the floor. She’d climbed onto the bed, her black heels firmly in place. She’d sat back against the headboard, and he’d wrapped a hand around each ankle, pulling her legs as far apart as they’d go. Then he’d crawled closer, dipping his head until his tongue curled around her clit.
Just as he was doing now.
“Hayden,” she gasped, throwing her head back.
His tongue lapped against the sensitive nub, teasing her with sure touches. Nothing about him was hesitant, not that he needed to be. If there was one thing Hayden Wexton knew it was his way around a woman’s body. Later that knowledge would hurt, but for now, she reveled in his talent.
She rocked against his mouth as he played with her. He stroked her with sure fingers before pressing one digit into her. Avery squirmed at the invasion, so much less than what she wanted.
Her mind flew back to another night. One where she’d come apart against his mouth only to have him pull her limp body against his as he pressed his cock into her.
Closing her eyes, she remembered how it had felt to be filled by him. She’d never been a woman to have back to back orgasms, but despite her protests, when he’d thrust into her, there’d been no denying her sated body had been more than ready to go again.
So she’d locked her ankles around his hips, the tips of her stilettos digging into his back in a way that made him groan with pleasure. Together they’d rocked in tandem, finding a rhythm that had them both racing toward a climax that had left her a puddle of completion under him. She’d smiled against his sweat-slicked shoulder, unable to vocalize the revelation he’d been to her, unable to thank him for bringing her back to life.
She’d been ready to get dressed and leave him, sure he wasn’t a man who liked his conquests to linger, but he’d pulled her back into his arms. And damn was she glad she’d stayed. He’d taken her again, putting her on to all fours. And again, pulling her astride him to set the pace. He’d been more than willing to act out her every fantasy.
Now here he was, driving her toward an epic orgasm once more. Avery threw out her hands, twisting them in the comforter beneath her as need built within her body.
Tiny mewling sounds escaped her before she could bite them back. She squirmed under him, needing more and needing it now.
She wanted to come apart when he was inside her, his promise be damned.
“Take me,” she said, one hand reached down to tangle her fingers in his hair. “Please.”
She thought she heard him groan, but it was her only reply before he caught her clit in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
A wild cry escaped her as her climax crashed down on her. Her body tensed, pleasure flooding her system. Black spots flashed across her vision before she relaxed back onto the bed, boneless and sated.
A silly smile curved her lips, but there was no moving. Every inch of her body rejoiced in the aftermath.
Hayden rolled up to her side, grinning down at her.
“That was beautiful,” he said.
She could only smile, her eyes closing. This was what she’d been trying to forget for months. The all-encompassing pleasure Hayden rung from her so easily.
The damn man knew exactly what to do to make her body sing for him.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the straining bulge at the front of his pants. Unless the gala had been a fluke, she knew how to please him, too.
She reached for his erection, cupping him through the material of his trousers, before Hayden’s hand wrapped around her wrist.
“I can’t take much of that,” he said.
“Perfect,” she replied, moving closer to him as her fingers sought him once more.
He hissed out a breath before stopping her. “This was about you. I promised.”
“I don’t care,” she said, catching the zipper.
“I do.” He kissed her, an obvious attempt to distract her, and she let him. Avery parted her lips, tasting herself on his tongue. He rolled over her, covering her body with his, and she arched her back to press her breasts against his naked chest.