Page 54 of Mr. Dangerous

He pressed his lips to my center, and I made a small sound of surprise and desire. Rob kissed me, slowly, his mouth parting, his tongue seeking. I groaned as his tongue found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out, and I found myself melting with desire. My fingers curled in the carpet, seeking purchase; the sensation of his mouth on me was so powerful, sending waves of desire through my body, that I almost couldn't bear it. I tried to pull my hips away from him, and his strong arms latched over my thighs, holding me tight as the sensation built up, pleasure so intense it was almost pain and then suddenly, just pleasure, a wash of pleasure as powerful as the roll of the oceanwaves.

When I fell loose-limbed and languid on the carpet, the orgasm ebbing away, leaving my clit swollen and sensitive, I thought I couldn't bear being touched anymore. Rob touched my cheekbone lightly, his face self-satisfied. "You'reflushed.”

"That was nice," I admitted. “I hadn’trealized.”

"You've never had anyone do that for you before?" he asked, his tonedisbelieving.

I shookmyhead.

"What's wrong with some men? Well, I'm glad I got to be the first, then. I love the way you taste, Naomi. Every bit of you is delicious." He leaned in, his handsome face so close to mine, and I turned my face to kiss him. His lips carried a foreign, smoky taste, something I'd never had in my mouth before. It was nicer than I'd thought itwouldbe.

His hand brushed across my stomach, and I stopped him with my fingers on his wrist. "I can't. Not yet. Let me do somethingforyou."

"Oh, Naomi.” He kissed my hairline, his thumb on my chin. “You doeverythingforme."

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