Page 115 of Save Your Breath
“Oh, God.” The words leaked out of me, quiet and shocked and desperate and wanting. I couldn’t believe this was happening. With the hurricane raging outside and the power out, it was just crazy enough for me to wonder if it was all a dream.
No way was Aleks touching me right now.
Nowaywas he on his knees, binding me, teasing me with his tongue over the lace of my soaked thong.
But he was.God, he really was.
I didn’t know why my breaths came harder then, panic zipping through me just as strongly as desire. I was panting, chest heaving, legs shaking where he held them. It was too much. I was freaking out.
I was definitely freaking out.
Any other man would have plowed right through, absolutely oblivious to my inner meltdown. He would have seen pussy and tits and wouldn’t have stopped until he hit the finish line.
But Aleks knew me. He knew me like no one else did.
And one look up at me had his smile slipping, his brows furrowing, his eyes connecting hard with mine.
“Breathe, baby,” he said, releasing his grip on my ankles. They were still tied together with the thong, but he widened my legs and slipped between them, giving me no choice but to wrap around him as he surrounded me. “You’re in control. You say the word, and we stop.”
“No,” I said instantly, shaking my head even as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. “No, I want this. I just…”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I just…what?
Think I might love you?
Think I maybe always have?
Think this mightactuallyfucking ruin me forever?
I let out a frustrated sigh, and when Aleks dropped his forehead to mine, his breath syncing with mine until it steadied… I found the only words I knew I meant for sure.
“I want you to make me stop thinking,” I whispered. “Turn off my brain. Turn it all off.”
Aleks nodded, knuckles gliding over my cheek as he pressed his mouth to mine. He kissed me long and unhurried, waiting until I was breathing more normally, until I was squirming against his erection.
Then, he was kissing down.
He swept his lips across my collarbone, over each breast, savoring my nipples before he trailed his kiss lower. His mouth lingered on my hip bones, on the sensitive flesh of each of my inner thighs, and finally, he settled between them.
I gazed down at him through heavy lids, buzzing with need.
And he kept his eyes on mine as his tongue flattened, running it long and slow from my opening up to my clit.
“God,yes,” I sighed, my head falling back. I looked up at the ceiling for just a brief moment before I was peering at him again, just in time to watch him repeat the motion before he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked.
I bucked off the bench, chasing that pressure when he released it to lave at me slowly. He hummed like he had all the time in the world and was enjoying every second.
I was tempted to beg him already, to rip out of this jersey and force him on me. But he whispered, “Patience,” against my thigh, kissing that spot before he was licking and sucking and exploring again.
And I settled in for the ride.
I wanted so badly to run my fingers through his short hair as he worked his magic on me, to feel those prickly strands against my palms the way I used to when we were young. But there was something so hot about being restrained, about relinquishing all control to him. I couldn’t do anything but hold myself up on that bench, core firing up just as much as the sensitive nerve endings between my thighs. And with my ankles bound, Aleks had forced my knees wide around him, like I was entrapping him and forcing him to stay until I finished.
I could have come just from that thought alone, that I had any power over this man who was unraveling me one lick at a time.
He kept his eyes trained on me as he licked and sucked, watching me closely as I gave him clues for what I loved most.He lapped at me with his whole tongue and I gasped. He circled my clit and I moaned. He sucked it into his mouth in steady, pulsing rhythms, and I shook and bucked and chased a release that was so close I could taste it.
