Page 69 of Peregrine's Call
“Forgive me,” he said, his lips against her throat. “I keep forgetting how to behave around you. You’re too difficult to ignore.”
“Good,” she murmured, her head spinning with being so wanted.
She wasn’t shy about showing herself before, and she wasn’t shy now. Their clothing was off and forgotten within a few breaths. Robin ran her hands over Tav’s chest, then his shoulders and back. He in turn used his tongue to taste her neck and shoulders, creating waves of shivery, delicious sensation that spread lower, through her belly and between her legs.
Robin sighed when she felt him press against her, fully aroused. She slipped one hand between their bodies, her fingers circling the hard length of him.
His breath caught for a second, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just tipped her head up a little, so she had to look him in the eyes.
That was how she had to learn what he wanted. She kept her eyes locked with his as she began to slowly stroke him. His reaction was instantaneous—his jaw clenched, his eyes widened, and his lips parted as if he were about to speak. But he said nothing.
Robin continued to touch him, fascinated by how he felt in her hand. She knew he enjoyed it from the way that his breathing grew heavier and more eager. There was immense pleasure in giving someone else pleasure, she realized. She loved knowing that Tav wanted her touch so badly. That hecravedher.
Wetness beaded on the tip, and Robin ran her palm over it. That was when Tav pulled her hand away and swept her up in his arms, striding over to the nearby bed. He yanked the covers aside with one hand, and then set her down.
“I could have walked, you know.”
“I do know, I just don’t care.”
She leaned forward. She needed to feel his mouth against her skin. She pressed herself up to him, shamelessly seeking the heat of his body against her own. Her breasts betrayed her desire, the nipples grown hard. Robin sighed when he pulled her closer, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her chest.
After a little while, he shifted in the bed, moving to a kneeling position where he could survey her below him. He pulled the covers aside, baring her breasts to the cool air. Robin whimpered when he grazed his palms across her nipples, teasing her. “You’re playing with me.”
“You like it?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He lowered himself so he could take one nipple in his mouth, sucking her and licking her until Robin was clinging to him. Heat flushed through her body, stirring most between her legs.
He switched his attention to her other breast. “Tav,” she moaned. “More.”
He slid one arm under her back, lifting her body to his. He kissed the valley between her breasts, then said, “If you want more, you have to trust me.”
“I trust you,” she breathed as he shifted again, moving to kneel between her legs.
With his hands on her thighs, he urged her to spread her legs wider. She did, expecting him to touch her as he’d done before, his fingers slipping into her body and stirring her desire.
But then he lowered his head.
Robin inhaled when he ran his tongue against her body, right where she ached most, his touch gentle but soul-searingly intimate. Robin put both hands on his head, rubbing her fingers over the close-cropped hair, unknowingly guiding him.
Her hips rocked as he circled the bud with his tongue. Then again. And again. She was breathless by the time his finger slid into the damp heat of her body, creating ripples of tantalizing pleasure, wonderful but somehow not enough.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh.”
He kept touching her, driving her mad as he teased her body, drawing out the slick moisture she made, making her as wet on the outside as she was on the inside. She said his name in time to his strokes. The sensations in her core intensified until she reached her peak, a sudden flush of pureyes.
A moment later, he lay next to her on the bed, cradling her against him. Robin spread her fingers over his chest, feeling the heavy beat of his heart.
“Tell me how you feel,” he said, his voice hot.
“I feel divine,” she whispered, still half-shocked by what he’d just done to her. “I didn’t know that was something that could feel so luscious.”
“Luscious,” he echoed, pulling her a little closer to him. “That’s how you tasted.”
She blushed. “Tav, did you just do that to please me, or…”
“I did it because I wanted to,” he said bluntly. “And I’ll do it again.” The words were spoken with a calm confidence. There would be a next time, and she would want his mouth, and she’d do anything to experience this intimacy again. With him and only him.
