Page 67 of The Suitcase Swap

She gazed up at him, her expression glazed with want. Mike was certain he could get drunk from that look.

‘If you want me to stop, if you don’t like anything I do, you tell me, and I stop. Understand?’

Sophie nodded, swallowing hard.

Then Mike slowly, reverently, lowered himself to his knees. He might regret it later – there was only a thin rug here over the hardwood – but right now, he didn’t care. All of his attention was on his hands as he slid that last remaining scrap of cloth down her hips, past her knees, and to the floor. He touched one foot. ‘Up.’

She stepped out of them as he’d asked, smiling as he tossed them over his shoulder.

He peered up at her, naked now except for her bra. Mike wanted to store away the sight of her, keeping her like this in his memory forever. Then he dragged his fingers up her calf, lingering for a moment at the back of her knee, before pulling it over his shoulder. He watched her for a second, making sure the wall was holding her up. Her breath was coming in short bursts as she stared down at him, her eyes wide.

He turned his head and kissed her knee. ‘You leave this here if you can, okay?’

She nodded.

He traced his fingers teasingly right around the areas where she really wanted his touch. After a few passes, he dipped in closer, just enough to get his fingers wet, then brushed them up and around her clit, only to start the whole process over again.

Sophie was glaring down at him, her palms pressed flat against the wall. She looked deliciously frustrated. ‘Mike!’

‘Hm?’

‘Please get on with it!’

He laughed against her skin, making her shiver. ‘So impatient.’ He leaned in, spread her with his fingers, and licked.

Sophie moaned so loudly that she clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

Mike laughed into her skin. ‘Is that what you wanted?’

She nodded, her hand still clamped over her mouth.

‘Well, far be it from me to deny you.’ His voice sounded smug, but there was the faintest quiver to it, hinting at his own struggle. As much as he’d been teasing Sophie, he’d also been teasing himself. Desire was a blade that cut both ways, and he’d sliced himself up good and proper this time. It was a relief to take himself off the leash, to finally, fully, put his mouth on her.

She tasted like salt and musk, the flavour exploding across his tongue, lighting up the pleasure centres of his brain. He felt like one of those old pinball machines when all the lights flashed at once. While he licked, he slid one finger inside her, stroking until he found the spot that made her smack her palms against the wall and gasp.

He added another finger, stroking her, feeling her body arch, her muscles tighten. She was already on edge, but he wasn’t ready. Not quite yet.

He stopped moving his fingers, but kept them in that sweet spot while he nipped kisses along her belly, her hips.

She growled in frustration, her hand digging into his hair and pulling.

He pressed his forehead against her stomach and let out a breath. ‘Fuck, I love it when you’re demanding. You want me to let you come? Is that it?’

She made another frustrated sound. Sophie wasn’t much of a talker and though her cheeks were flushed, he couldn’t tell if she was too turned on to talk, or if she was shy. There was a bit of irony here, that she was usually so good with words, and he wasn’t, their roles reversing in the bedroom. Something to think about later. For now, he’d let her off the hook.

Sort of.

He clucked his tongue. ‘Now that won’t do at all.’ He flexed his hand, and she sucked in a breath. ‘Is that what you want, Sophie?’

She nodded, her lips parting as she panted, her body taut.

‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I’ll let you, but on one condition. I need you to look at me. Eyes on me, gorgeous.’

Sophie blinked down at him, her eyes so wide, the pupils blown. Her chest was heaving. She looked absolutely wrecked. Mike didn’t think he’d ever been so turned on in his life. He began moving his fingers with slow, even pumps.

Her eyes started to drift closed, and he stopped.

Sophie growled again and he laughed.

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