The Mech Who Loved Me(47)

Higher.

Ava stopped breathing as she felt her drawers shifting beneath his touch. Her hips gave an unconscious flex, and she finally looked away, turning her face to the side as two of his fingers found her through the slit in her drawers.

The touch sent a spear of sensation straight through her. Ava's spine bowed, her eyes shooting wide. Kincaid pressed his face against her throat, the rasp of his stubble shockingly sharp against her skin. But it was his touch below that anchored her entire being.

A slow, steady stroke through wet folds. So light she could barely feel it, and yet....

"There you are," he whispered, nuzzling her ear. "So wet, Ava. That's your body readying itself for me."

Her hips bucked again. She couldn't escape the sensation. Everything in her body felt on edge. Her vision blackened, the craving virus rearing within her, but this time she didn't feel like the predator. This time she didn't want blood. "Oh. God."

"That's it. I know what you need, kitten." Fingers skated up her thigh, tracing small wet circles deep between them. She was shocked at how wet she was down there, and her thighs closed on his wrist, stopping him just before he could thrust them inside the very heart of her.

"Let me," Kincaid breathed against her sensitive mouth. "Let me fuck you with my fingers."

It was a conscious choice to part her thighs again. Ava flung her head back as the tip of his thumb danced over that spot. A shiver of pure need went through her. Clitoris was such a sterile name, and yet the feeling of him touching her there was completely the opposite. She strained to tear free from his grasp on her wrists, but there was no escaping.

Pinned there. Open to his touch. Completely at his mercy.

"That's it. Open more. You'll like it. I promise."

Then something began to stretch her. A fascinatingly intimate experience, for she could feel his finger sliding deep within her. Ava stared at him with her mouth slightly parted.

"Don't tempt me."

"Tempt you?" She gasped a little as he thrust his finger inside her again. Then realized what he meant.

The painting opposite them showed a woman on her hands and knees, her face buried in the man's lap. Those painted lips stretched wide around the man's erection.

Ava felt the brush of his knuckle as he shoved his finger deep inside her, and there was a curious pressure within. She spasmed, her breasts thrust forward. Please. She didn't know what she was begging for.

But he did.

His thumb settled over that exquisite spot he'd touched before, and then he began to rub small circles there, even as he curled his finger inside her. A second joined it, opening her wider. Ava writhed, uncertain precisely what he'd done to her body. She felt caged in need, like a wild animal pacing the confines of a cell, feeling like she needed to burst out of her skin. 

"One day I am going to have you on your knees," he said, his mech hand sliding down her forearms to brush the pearls at her throat. "And this is going to be the only thing you'll be wearing."

Oh, God. Somehow that made the wildness within her even more unbearable. "Kincaid," she breathed.

He fucked her with his fingers, slow, smooth strokes that seemed like the only thing she could concentrate on. "You're going to open that pretty little mouth, Ava, and you're going to lick every hard inch of my cock. And when you're done, I'm going to paint those pretty tits of yours with my cum."

It shocked her.

It also ratcheted the tension within her even tighter somehow. Suddenly she couldn't just see the painting over his shoulder, but she could imagine herself within it. An image of herself naked on red velvet drove all other thoughts out of her mind, and she could almost feel Kincaid's mouth between her legs.

Right where his thumb was transcribing irresistible torture.

Words tumbled from her lips. Words like, "Yes, yes," and "More...," and "Oh, my God!" She lost herself a little as his fingers worked her. All she could feel was the heat between her legs and the bite of her fingernails in the back of his shoulders. She hadn't even realized he'd let her hands go.

Instinct took over; Ava's mouth found his in the dark shadows of the gallery. Kincaid met her frenzied kiss with fierce abandon. He captured her mouth, his tongue stabbing into it, even as his fingers fucked harder into her body. A kiss sloppy and consuming, and made of everything.

It was so intense she couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. All she could do was throw her head back in surrender as her body hovered on the edge of that monumental cliff.

Ava shattered.

And the world obliterated around her as she screamed her pleasure against Kincaid's mouth.



* * *

He'd never been a patient man.

A fierce need drove through him, his cock aching with regret, but Kincaid forced himself to stand still as Ava collapsed in his arms with a startled sob.