Page 172 of Into These Eyes
“Fuck,” he grates out. “I need to taste you again. Right from the source this time. Just a little sample.”
My breath catches, anticipation and nerves curling through my arousal. No one’s ever looked at me down there, let alone put their mouth on me.
His fingers untangle from mine as he trails his lips over my collarbone and between my cleavage, that short beard of his giving me delicious tingles. Cupping my breasts, his hot tongue dips between them, his thumbs grazing across my tight nipples through my tank top. When I suck in a sharp breath and undulate my hips beneath him, he lifts his head and gives me a devilish grin.
“I can’t even count the number of times I’ve imagined fucking these gorgeous tits before I come all over them.”
Oh. My. God!My nostrils flare at his words, my core clenching. “Gavin … that’s so …dirty.” He stills, worry in his eyesas he studies my face. I let him off the hook with a grin. “And I love it.”
Relief sweeps over his face, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Cheeky little wench.”
Then his weight vanishes and he’s kneeling between my parted thighs.
I study his every move, my pulse throbbing between my legs, desperate for his touch, desperate to know the feel of his mouth and tongue on me. With a slow, teasing ascent up the outside of my thighs, his fingertips tickle as he brings my skirt with them.
Bunching it over my hips, he draws in a deep breath, his gaze riveted to the sheer lace underwear he’s revealed.
“Look how beautiful you are, J. So fucking sexy,” he breathes as he runs the tip of his index finger over my pelvic bone and down my slit. “I just hope I don’t screw this up.”
Lowering his head, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Why would you …” I trail off as his lips tickle slowly upward, his beard adding incredible sensations to his journey.
“I’m guessing …” he whispers, placing another kiss higher, “that we’re both virgins … when it comes to this.” Through the sheer fabric, his hot mouth covers my clit. My breath hitches as his tongue presses on the lace, rightthere. The air I’d been holding explodes from my lips.
Grinning, he lifts his head. “Shhh …”
“I’m trying,” I whisper, slapping a hand over my mouth.
He chuckles as he peppers kisses toward my other knee.
“Where are you going?” I protest.
“To look.” Leaning back on his heels, he skates his palms up the inside of my thighs, pressing slightly, forcing me to spread wider. Then he runs his fingertips along the edge of my panties, slipping beneath just enough to move the crotch aside, fully exposing me to his riveted gaze.
“Fuck, J … so exquisite.” He touches my entrance, then slides a finger inside. “So fucking wet for me. Yet another one of your amazing compliments.” Removing his finger, he sucks it into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed as a low hum reaches my ears.
“Gavin,” I whimper, so turned on my legs tremble.
He opens his eyes, lowers himself, and delicately brushes his mouth over my clit, mercilessly teasing me before the slick heat of his tongue strokes over me. My hips buck up, my fingers tangle in his hair and grip on tight.
“Oh my God,” I breathe against the palm pressed to my mouth. I gasp when his tongue moves lower and slides inside me, in and out, until he leisurely licks all the way back up to my clit.
Writhing, I clamp my thighs over his ears and grind against his mouth. When he slides two fingers inside me, I fist his hair so tight, I’m sure I pull strands from his scalp, but his only response is to suck my clit into his mouth and curl his fingers.
I’m so close to coming apart, I almost miss the sound of the sliding door banging shut, the footsteps pounding along the hallway.
Fuck!
I wrench away, scuttling up the bed, my breath exploding as I re-adjust my panties and skirt.
Gavin stares at me with confusion, his lips and beard slick with my arousal.
Standing on shaking legs, I whisper, “Anika.”
From the kitchen, a glass clanks against the stone countertop, the slam of the fridge door rattling bottles.
He swipes the back of his hand over his lips, his own breath just as ragged and choppy as mine as he gets off the bed.
“Come here,” he whispers, and pulls me close. Then he kisses me, his tongue rubbing against mine, coating me with my taste.When he pulls back, he gives me cheeky grin. “Didn’t want you to miss out on the delicious taste of that juicy peach.”
