Page 95 of Pride: The Rogue
He rewarded her obedience by roughly caressing her hip. “Good girl,” he growled.
“Dogood girlsreally…let a man touch them so?” she breathed shakily, as he came down over her.
Another gentle laugh shook his frame. “Thebestgirls do.”
“Lie back, sweetheart,” he ordered, settling himself between her legs. “The night has only just begun.”
On the heel of that dizzying promise, he lowered his mouth to her right breast and drew the swollen, sensitive tip deep inside.
She cried out.
Her hands came up reflexively and she tangled her fingers in his dark, cropped locks.
Closing her eyes, she gave in to the feel of his mouth on her.
He sucked, licked, and flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak; all the while with his other hand, he tweaked and tugged at the previously neglected tip.
“Lachlan,” she moaned, holding his head closer, never wanting him to stop.
Incoherent moans and pleas tumbled from her lips; the throaty, wanton, quality of her voice one she didn’t recognize as belonging to herself.
“You know, darlin’,” he rasped. “I think I’ve changed my mind. I like the sound of you begging, as long as I’m the one you’re pleading for.”
Enflamed by that possessive allowance, Livian’s hips went shooting up.
“You like my mouth on you,” he crooned.
“Yes!”
Let him believe it was the things he did to her body, and that alone, and not the dream of belonging to him that set her afire.
Parting her legs, he reached between them and pressed the heel of his four fingers against the throbbing ache at her center.
He stilled.
Livian wept.
But he was only sliding lower down her body.
Lachlan stopped when he lay with his head between her legs. Dazed, her eyes heavy with passion, she struggled up onto her elbows. “Wh-what are you d-doing?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t even know the half of it,” he said thickly.
With that enticement, Lachlan pressed his nose against her mound of curls and inhaled deep. “You smell so sweet,” the vibration of his voice sent a delicious humming to her core. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
“More than anything or anyone,” she said, her voice catching.
Passion blazed brighter in his eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you here,” Latimer said huskily. He dragged a finger over the slit between her legs and then followed his tongue along that same path.
Livian’s brows shot up.
“I’m going to lick you and eat you like the finest dessert you are, darlin’.”
That wicked promise sent a fresh flood of heat rushing between her legs.
Lachlan chuckled; the sound pained and strained, and only slightly mirthful. “That made you come a little bit.”
