Page 141 of The Chase
The tip of my shoe tapped his calf. “Time to make it up to you. Us leaving so soon.”
He gave a mischievous look. “Very inconvenient. Remember, I’m a demanding lover.”
“Remember, I’m more than capable of appreciating rare treasures.” I arched a brow. “I’m going to rock your world.”
“Hands behind your back,” he warned. “Use your teeth to unzip me.”
“This isn’t exactly what I’d call a punishment.” I slid off the seat and positioned myself between his thighs, my mouth watering for him.
“What would you call it?”
“A reward.” Through clenched teeth I lowered his zipper, my nose trailing down his groin, doing my best to calm my heart racing with how daring this felt.
It felt incredible to be this risqué. His cologne fired up my senses and mixed with his heady erotic scent, sending thrills of pleasure to my sex.
Tobias’s impatience forced him to help and he eased his trousers over his hips. “I felt sorry for you there.”
His erection burst free and I licked the tip.
“You’re so thoughtful,” I said with a Georgian lilt. “That’s my Scarlett O’Hara.” I caught him in my mouth and sucked the head.
He hissed through his teeth. “I have a clever retort but it’s not worth the risk.”
I peered up at him. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to you all evening.” I ran my tongue along his full length.
His head crashed back against the headrest. “It’s the least I can do.”
I sucked in my cheeks and took him all the way to the back of my throat, using my tongue to swirl and caress, feeling his thighs tense either side of me. I brought my hands round and cupped his balls.
He rose off the seat a little. “Careful, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
My head bobbed as I continued to lavish him with affection, he was rock hard and felt powerful in my mouth, his sculpted marbled erection an extension of the dynamism he wielded.
Seeing his eyes closed, his jaw slack, and hearing his gasps that were short and sharp, I prided myself on the effect I was having on him.
Back at that grand Tudor house, Tobias had braved to open up to me a little. My chest heaved for the kind of grief he’d endured and now understood his reluctance to disclose more.
I soothed him with licks and kisses and then sucked him into my mouth even farther, all the way to the back of my throat.
Gently, I peeled back his shirt covering his Latin tattoo and wished I could read those italic words continuing down to his groin.
“Zara.” He warned. “I’m close.”
My tongue played around the edge of his head to torture him with pleasure and he let out ragged gasps, his fingers digging into leather until they made their way to my hair, his hands fisting in my locks and his strength owning my pace.
His breath stuttered. “You’re the first person I’ve ever met who can make time stand still.”
Never had we felt closer, so intensely connected, and my heart soared that we’d managed to find our way to this precious intimacy.
His final thrust came with a husky groan.
Swallowing him, drinking and gulping the finest nectar, it was as though I was tasting champagne for the first time again. I reveled in its potency that had my own sex clenching with need, the purest essence of him on my tongue, filling my mouth, my throat withhim.
More than this, tonight I’d made a chink in his armor. He cupped his hand over his eyes. “How do you do that?”
I lapped at the rest, taking more, wanting more and demanding more with my tongue as my lips payed homage to his cock. “Do what?”
He sucked in the deepest breath. “You unhinge my soul.”
