Page 119 of An Inconvenient Marriage
“Yes.”
My fingers curled around the lacy waistband. “Then what’s this?”
“It’s more—”
Rip.
All it took was one hard tug for the lace to tear in two. Natalie gasped and fell backward, bracing her hands on the table behind her. Once the material was out of the way and she was bared to me, I trailed my finger up and down the length of her.
“What a naughty girl you are.” I plunged a finger inside.
Natalie bucked.
“I should take you to the edge and leave you there all damn night.”
“No,” she choked on a breath. Her arms gave out, steadily sliding backward until she was lying flat on her back on the table. But her hips didn’t miss a beat. She was desperate.
Hell, so was I.
Determined to prolong this torturous pleasure, I slowed my movements even more. My greedy girl huffed out a frustrated moan, but she quickly swallowed it down when I added another finger.
“Ohhh.” Her little whimper was music to my ears. And when her hips shot up, mine shot forward, desperate to be buried deep inside her.
Not yet.
First, I had to do the one thing I’d been aching to do all night.
Withdrawing my hand, I hooked my fingers around the back of her thighs and dragged her ass to the edge of the table.
Natalie pushed onto her elbows, lids hooded, eyes filled with desire. Knowing exactly what I wanted to do, she spread her legs even further apart. And because this was one invitation I would never ignore, I pulled a chair closer and sat in front of her.
Keeping my gaze on her, I dug my fingers into her skin and lowered my head between her thighs. Pretty pink and fucking drenched. Pointing my tongue, I slowly licked her from bottom to top.
And shit. That first taste of her was like water to a dying man.
All intentions of dragging this out had gone out the window. She was wet and dripping with need, just waiting for me to devour her. So that’s exactly what I did. I licked and sucked, devouring her like a starved beast, eagerly taking every fucking drop.
And when my tongue wasn’t enough, I added my fingers, pushing and pushing her until pleasure ripped through her body. Until she clenched around my fingers. Until she threw her head back and moaned low in her throat.
This was what I fucking lived for.
When the last ripple of ecstasy left her body, she sat up. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining bright.
I leaned back in my seat.
“You’re beautiful every day, but when you come, you’re fucking stunning.”
Natalie bit her lip. I thought she wanted to say something, but then she hopped off the table and dropped to her knees between my legs.
Her gaze flicked to mine for just a second before she reached for my belt.
“What are you doing?” I rasped.
She turned her attention to my button and zipper, those cheeks flushing even more.
Then she undid my button and zipper. “I want to”—she stared at the bulge inside my pants for a few hot seconds, then looked up at me—“do to you what you just did to me.”
This woman and her fucking innocence was going to be the death of me.
