Page 149 of Heart Strings & Hotlines
He nips at my neck. “I never did get to rip it off you like I promised.”
“And you’re not going to either. It’s a beautiful dress.”
“We’ll see.”
“You already sorted out Kara’s outfit?” How long have I been standing in here?
“All it took was a phone call. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes, so hopefully Kara can choose something quickly. We can’t be late today.”
“Look at you, Mr. Fancy Pants shopper.”
“I loathe shopping. But on the rare occasion that I don’t have time to have something custom-made, I use a little boutique a few blocks away. They seemed eager to clothe someone who wasn’t me, so hopefully they know the tastes of a thirteen-year-old.”
“I’m sure they’ll do fine.”
“That means we have a little time.” He backs me into the center island in the massive, mostly empty closet. As soon as we get custody, he’s going to sell this place. He said New York never felt like home anyway, so it’s an easy decision.
“Thane, I just got out of the shower.”
“I won’t get you too dirty.” The way he stares at me turns me into a puddle at his feet. “Promise.”
He slides his hands down my silk robe, then tugs on the tie holding it together while I nervously glance at the door.
“I locked it. But the clock is ticking. Let’s see if I can make you come before Kara needs us again.”
“Thane.” I half-heartedly attempt to hold him off, but who am I kidding? I’ll never say no to an orgasm.
He places his hands on my hips and then lifts me onto the island. His hands coast down my thighs to my knees. When he pulls my legs open, the cooler air in my most intimate spot makes me shiver.
“You’re walking around with no panties?” He grips my hips, using his thumbs to gently caress the sensitive flesh between my legs.
“I’d just gotten out of the shower. I wanted to see if Kara needed anything before I started getting ready, and you’re not really one to talk.”
He drops to his knees, then lifts his gaze to mine. “I love that you think of her first, sweetheart. But for the next ten minutes, I’d prefer not to hear my sister’s name, if it’s all the same to you.”
I open my mouth to respond but end up sucking in a breath when he licks a line straight through my folds, then curls his tongue into my entrance.
Jesus. I swear he gets better at this every time he does it.
My hands spear his hair, fisting the soft strands as he devours my pussy like a man deprived of life’s essentials for too long.
“Thane.”
He laps on my clit with his tongue before taking it into his mouth with near-painful suction. But when he enters me with two of his thick, long fingers, I know this will be over in record time.
He manipulates his fingers in a sensual dance with his tongue, and he growls into me when my body shows the first signs of release.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” He laps at my clit with a stiff tongue, flicking at it and biting it until I writhe, my hips bucking up into his mouth. “What about when I press here?”
Oh God. His fingers curl inside me and tap against that spot that causes my entire body to tremble.
He stands, replacing his tongue with his thumb, and stares down at me while his fingers continue their pleasurable torture.
“I will never get tired of seeing your face when you come.”
I suck in lungs full of air. I’m so close I can’t form words.
“Admit it.”
