Page 110 of The Hero Within
"Not going to be a problem at all,mi alma," he whispered. "Lie back and let me love you."
Eden nuzzledinto Johnny's arms, breathing in the scent of his skin after he'd delivered one earth-shattering orgasm after the other. She'd thought she felt boneless yesterday, but he'd worked her over pretty good before dragging her into a cuddle. She felt like she owed him an orgasm. Maybe three. Damn the man smelled good. It was one part musky heat; one part sweat and soap; and the rest an intoxicating combination that was purely Johnny himself.
"I'm not sure if your omega shitisaffecting me," she muttered, stroking a hand over the heated flex of his bare stomach. "Every time I start to get overanxious, you send me into this relaxed state where I can suddenly think again."
"Pretty sure it's just my superior oral skills. Not my pheromones."
She punched his arm and he laughed, rolling her onto her back and coming over her. "Worked out the solution yet, darlin'?"
Eden shook her head, tension suffusing her bones. "I—"
He captured her mouth, pressing a heated kiss to it. By the time he lifted his head, she could barely breathe. Thinking was beyond her with the ghost of his kiss branding her lips.
"Yes?" he asked, that wicked half smile taunting her. "Maybe we need to keep experimenting. You clearly need a bit more oxytocin, or whatever it is."
"I'm pretty sure it's the hit of serotonin," she murmured, with a sigh. "Post orgasmic bliss."
Johnny dove under the sheets, kissing his way down her abdomen. "Let me assist then."
Eden squealed as he brushed his mouth across her ticklish flanks. "Johnny! Stop! We've wasted too much time. I can't— You can't—"
He licked his way to the seam between her legs, raining featherlight kisses across the curve of her hip, and all of her protests died a soft death. Eden moaned, her fingernails digging into his scalp as his tongue circled closer.
Closer.
She held her breath.
But the kiss she wanted didn't come.
One hand trailing lightly up and down the back of her thigh, until her skin shivered with goose bumps. Every inch of her began to tighten, like a screw. And Johnny nuzzled across the patch of curls covering her mons, his heated breath whispering over her wet skin.
Torture.
"Johnny," she breathed. Begged.
"Yes?"
He blew warm air across her sensitive skin.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her spine arching. "What are you doing to me?"
"Waiting."
"For what?" Her breath began to come in short, sharp pants. She pushed his head lower insistently, but he merely trailed his tongue down her inner thigh.
A growl hovered in her throat. Damn him.
Damn him.
"You know what I'm waiting for," he teased.
For her to beg.
"Please." She simply didn't have it in her to wait.
"Please what?" A smoky whisper that stirred her curls.
"Kiss me, Johnny," she begged.
