Page 179 of Into These Eyes
Barely able to draw another breath, I tug on her hair, breaking the kiss as her head falls back. Trailing my lips and tongue over her throat, I taste the salt on her skin, feel the vibrations of her moans beneath my mouth. When she arches her back, I kiss my way to a pebbled nipple. And suck it into my mouth. Hard.
She gasps, her fingers in my hair hanging on for dear life. Swirling my tongue, I release her long enough to scrape my teeth against that glorious, roughened texture before soothing it with my mouth and tongue.
“Oh, Gavin …yes…”
Christ. Her responsiveness, her wanting me with the same desperation I need her, literally brings me to my knees. Trying to rein myself in, I crush my face against her stomach and nip lightly at her smooth skin.
“What’re you doing?” she breathes.
Gazing up at her, she watches me through hooded eyes, her fingernails scraping deliciously against my scalp. “If I didn’t fall to my knees in worship, I wouldn’t be a man deserving of you.”
“You … you can’t say things like—”
Rocking her forward, I bury my face in her pussy and drive my tongue hard against her clit. She almost tears my hair out by the roots as she jerks against my mouth, her gasps loud and primal. Cupping those tight little arse cheeks of hers, I soften my tongue and kiss her the way I kiss her mouth. Her hips move with me, her moans growing louder and louder until I worry the neighbours might hear her and decide to take a peek over the fence.
With one final lick, I rise to my feet and sweep her into my arms. Gripping my shoulders, she nuzzles into my neck as I carry her into the cool house. By the time we reach our bedroom, she’s nipping and tasting my skin the way she did the night I brought her home drunk.
Lowering her to her feet beside the bed, I make a dash for the ensuite. When I emerge with a towel, she’s already flung aside the covers, but instead of waiting where I left her, she’s standing at the foot of the bed.
I meet her there, taking in her damp, air-conditioned skin littered with goosebumps. Draping the towel over her shoulders and back, I cup her head with it and try to get as much water out of her hair as possible. While I massage her scalp, her cool fingers slip beneath my t-shirt and explore my heated skin.
“Hey,” she murmurs on a nervous little smile.
I grin back at her. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Taking care of me again?”
“Always.” I kiss the tip of her nose and gently rub the towel down her back.
Whipping it away, she tosses it to the floor. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
She drags my t-shirt up my body, and by the time I yank it off and fling it away, she’s undoing my belt and turning me until my back is to the bed. Then she unbuttons my jeans and slides down my zipper.
As they drop to my ankles, our eyes lock. She strokes my erection through my boxer briefs, her other hand dipping beneath the waistband and cupping my arse.
“Fuck that feels good,” I say on a ragged breath.
Breaking our gaze, she glances down. “Mmmm. Looks like I’m not the only one who’s wet.” She gives me a wicked grin. “I think I should clean that up for you.”
My heart jackhammers. She can’t mean—
As she drops to her knees and drags down my underwear, I understand that’s exactly what she means.
Jesus.
With my entire body rigid, I watch her wrap her fingers around my shaft and draw my cock down until the tip hoversat her mouth. I think it might be the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
Wrong.
Eyes on mine, her hot tongue licks that pre-come right from my slit. I groan, and as she pulls back a little, a thin string of liquid stretches between us, connecting us. Breaking it with a lick of her lips, she smiles.
“Delicious,” she whispers, then takes me into her hot mouth.
As she swirls her tongue around my swollen head, my fingers instinctively sink into her hair, my throat releasing a loud rumble of pleasure when she draws me deeper and begins to suck. “Ah, fuck, Jamie.Christ.”
I close my eyes, taking in every sensation while she explores my dick with her lips and tongue. I’m pretty damn sure she’s never done this before, butfuck, the way she’s working her mouth and hand in perfect harmony, she’s getting me way too close to the edge.
In an effort to get control, I snap my eyes open. Bad idea. Because now I know why she positioned me with my back to the bed. I’m staring straight at the full-length mirror attached to the closed door. And what I see has my spine tingling. Jamie kneels before me, her perfect bare arse on display, her damp, tangled hair swaying with every bob of her head. The sight of her, the feel of her … it’s too much.
