“I get it. But we’ll talk about it again later. Right now I have other priorities.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she nearly shot off the bed. James shifted down and took one into his mouth while his hand kept up the assault on her other breast, the twin sensations of his tongue and fingers making her cry out. Each pull of his mouth sent a bolt of desire straight to her core, but it was never enough to take her into oblivion.
“James.”
“I’ve got what you need, lovely.” He moved down her body, kissing his way over her ribs and down the center of her stomach as he settled between her legs. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you since that first night.” His lips moved over the lace of her panties. “It’s fucking consumed me.”
Carrigan didn’t so much as breathe as he pulled the fabric to the side. His breath ghosted over her and then—oh God—his tongue was there, tasting her. Her entire body quivered with the need to move, to arch up, to do something to keep the delicious feeling going, but she forced herself to hold still. If she tried to take charge, he might stop, and that wasn’t an option.
“Lift your hips.” When she obeyed, he dragged her panties off and tossed them to the side. “Better.” And then he kissed her there, his mouth moving over her like he couldn’t get enough. He growled, the sound vibrating through her as he lashed her clit with his tongue.
All promises she made not to move went up in smoke. Carrigan dug her hands into his long hair, needing him to never stop. She ground against his mouth, driven by the sounds he made and the need spiraling through her. “James, I’m close.” If he pulled away now, she might actually kill him.
But he didn’t. He shifted, pushing two fingers into her, touching her just the way she liked it, his tongue never moving from her clit. Her back bowed and her vision shorted out as she screamed her orgasm. He worked her until she yanked on his hair. “Too much.”
His laugh was music to her ears. “Recover fast, lovely. We’re just getting started.” But he moved away from her clit and kissed her thighs and then up over her hip bones, and then higher yet to her breasts. It was soft and almost worshipful, and it was all she could do to cling to him while she relearned how to breathe.
James stretched out next to Carrigan, part of him still marveling that she was here, with him—looking at him to fulfill the need in every line of her body. It was a need he was only too happy to take care of. Fuck, he’d take care of her every need if she’d just let him.
Not the time for thinking that kind of shit.
He kissed her, savoring the way she arched up to close the distance between them. “Tell me how you want it, lovely.”
“Is this like the phone sex, where you take over almost immediately?” She smiled, not looking the least bit worried if that’s what he had planned. And, hell, that’s pretty much what he’d been thinking.
Which made it that much more important that he let her take the reins.
He traced a single finger down her sternum. “Tonight, you’re in charge.”
“Famous last words.”
“I mean it.” The interest in her eyes caught him, even though she tried to shield it. He’d bet Carrigan didn’t get the chance to lead things all that often. She might have with the men she’d been with in the past, but he wasn’t those men. He knew her. So he could give her this gift. It might be the only one she’d allow from him. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”
“Anything?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Anything.” It wasn’t a gift if there were stipulations.
Carrigan rolled him onto his back and climbed up to straddle him. She lightly dug her nails into his shoulders, her green eyes serious. “And if I say I want some pony play, or to peg you?”
It was a fight to keep relaxed. “Is that what you want?” He wasn’t into either of those things, but he’d already broken rules for this woman. What were a few more if it meant helping her escape reality for a night? It was no contest.
Abruptly, she grinned. “So serious. God, James, I don’t want to stick anything up your ass. I was just teasing.”
“Brat.” He tickled her ribs, grinning when her laughter filled the room. “You see what kind of sacrifices I’m willing to make for you?”
Her smile disappeared like it’d never existed. “I don’t want your sacrifices. I just want you.” She leaned down, dragging her breasts over his chest. “What I want more than anything tonight is to ride your cock and have you watching me the way you do.” She ran her thumb along his jaw. “And talking. I’m going to need that, too.”