Page 51 of By the Horns
Her lips part, and when my thumb grazes her lower lip, she capturesit in her mouth and sucks on the tip. When she releases it, she gazes up at me with hot, hungry eyes. “I didn’t say that, either.”
Mucking hells, this woman is going to be the death of me. I bite back a groan, leaning in and nipping her tiny ear. I’m careful with my teeth, but I let them graze over her lobe. She gasps and clutches at my shirt, and just like that, any potion I might have had left in my system is completely obliterated. My cock swells, and the band of flesh at the base of my shaft prickles with awareness.
“Tell me to touch you,” I demand. “Tell me to make you feel good.”
“Touch me,” Gwenna breathes.
Our eyes lock and I release her jaw, grabbing the waist of her pants. I put my hand on her belt, and then very slowly undo the knot that clasps it to her waist. She doesn’t tell me to stop. She doesn’t tell me that she doesn’t want this. She just continues to meet my gaze, and when I loosen her belt enough to slide my hand into her pants and between her legs, she makes a hungry little noise and spreads her thighs farther apart.
I have permission, which is all I needed.
I cup the mound of her sex, loving her gasp. She’s not quite wet enough for me yet. “You want me to pet this pretty little cunt of yours until you scream?”
She nods, her eyes growing heavy-lidded.
“Tell me that, then.”
Gwenna growls low in her throat. “Pushy bastard.”
“Never said I wasn’t. But tell me to finger you and I’ll make you feel so damn good you’ll weep with joy.”
She rolls her eyes and reaches for the ring through my nose, lightly tugging on it. Even that makes my cock twitch with awareness. “Quit talking. You’re cooling my ardor.”
“Am I? I don’t think I am.” I stroke a finger through her folds, exploring her with a light touch. As I do, more wetness seeps from her core and dampens my skin. “Feel that, love? All that glistening slick doesn’t come out unless you like what I’m doing.”
And just to make a liar out of her, I slide my middle finger into her, and she’s already slippery enough that I glide in like butter.
Gwenna gasps again, turning her head slightly and rolling her body to move against my touch.
“So pretty,” I croon. “Such a soft, dainty little thing—”
“I am not dainty—”
“Hush. To me you are. You’re nothing but a dainty doll of a woman I want to bend over this counter and fuck with my knot until you scream.”
She bites her lower lip, rocking her hips against my hand again.
“But maybe that’s for later,” I whisper in the ear she’s presented to me. I’m having to hunch over just to maneuver close to her ear, but it’s not uncomfortable. Having her up on the counter helps, and I keep that in mind for the future. Because this is absolutely not going to be the last time I touch her, I decide.
She’s made the mistake of showing me that she’s interested, and now she’s never going to shake me.
“How does my finger feel inside you?”
Her breath hitches and she moans.
“Ah ah,” I chide. “I don’t think that’s a word. I’m afraid I need to hear more.”
She tugs on the ring, pulling my nose down. Again, our eyes lock. “Are you going to touch my clit or do I have to find someone else to do it?”
I want to laugh with pure delight, but a growl escapes my throat instead. Sexy little thing. “You want me to touch your clit for you? Make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
“Raptor.” She breathes it out, oh so prettily.
“Good.” I place my thumb between her folds and slip it through her increasingly wet channel until I find the bud of her clit. It’s a prominent one, and I bet it’d look so pretty against my tongue. I stroke my thumb pad over it ever so briefly. “Better?”
