Page 59 of Dark ’N’ Deadly

Her body thrummed from the inside out, his mouth teasing and tormenting her flesh everywhere he touched. All the months of waiting, dreaming of this man making love to her, were about to culminate in something wonderful, something beautiful she never wanted to forget.

Her breaths came quicker as he drove her to the brink of begging him to fasten that incredible mouth on the hot, throbbing source of the ecstasy building at the entrance to her core.

He was so incredibly male, so incredibly sexy. All she could think of was him taking her. Anywhere.

In the bed. On the floor. Up against the wall. Location was irrelevant as long as she could wrap her legs around his muscular body while he drove inside her.

When he stuck his tongue in her belly button, it tickled and she giggled, trying to pull away. Vibrations from his laughter reverberated through her body as he held her tighter against his mouth, sliding his hands down the backs of her thighs, urging her to part her legs.

She could no longer breathe through her open mouth, and she let her head fall back farther, curling her fingers tighter in his spiky hair. Not that she’d been with all that many men, but she couldn’t ever remember feeling such heady anticipation. Eric’s touch was magical, casting a spell on her and lighting her up in ways she’d never thought possible.

He kissed the top of her damp curls, inching ever closer to where she wanted him most. When he parted her wet folds with his thumbs, she sucked in a breath. He pressed his mouth to that same spot, drawing her slick flesh into his mouth, and she moaned, a deep, sensual, throaty sound. “Oh, yesss.”

She began rocking against him, giving herself over to the building ripples of ecstasy. She was wet, so wet, and this was going to be good. So, so freaking good.

Another deep rumble came from the back of Eric’s throat, a sound that sent shivery tendrils up her belly to her breasts as he feasted on her, sucking and licking, driving her to the brink, then pulling back just before she went sailing over the edge. Part of her wanted to experience the mind-blowing orgasm that was only a heartbeat away, while the other part never wanted this moment to end.

He eased one long finger inside her, making her gasp louder and tighten around him. When he began pumping his finger in and out of her slippery flesh, sucking harder on her clit, she threw back her head, grabbing at him to keep from falling.

Already, this was far beyond her expectations. Thoughts of him naked and pulsing inside her pussy invaded every square inch of her brain.

The sounds she heard next were a throaty mixture of moans and tiny gasps as her breath came quicker, her heart racing out of control.

Oh, my. Yes, yes, yes!

She dug her fingers into his scalp, rocking against him as the wondrous pleasure intensified. The orgasm pulsed through her body, and she cried out. Wave after wave of sensation—so intense she tried pulling away—kept coming, but Eric wrapped his arms around her buttocks, preventing her from separating his mouth from her incredibly sensitive, incredibly swollen flesh.

“Eric, please,” she gasped. “I can’t—take anymore.” But she did, and the orgasm renewed itself, sending more pulses crashing through her nerve centers, and she cried out again and again, gripping his head, her body jerking one more time before going limp.

Strong arms came around her, lifting her then lowering her gently to the bed. All she could do was lie there and breathe as shooting stars blurred her vision.

Transcendent. Sublime. Miraculous. All words that came to mind at how wonderful her body felt. Sated and yet not. She wanted more.

Soft lips pressed against hers as Eric kissed her. She tasted herself on him, an erotic, heady musk that had her slipping her arms around his strong neck, urging him to kiss her deeper.

“I’ll be right back.” When he pulled away, she nearly whimpered.

He went out of the room, closing the door behind him. There’d been no mistaking the ice-blue fire in his gaze, or what would happen next. They would make love again, this time with him deep inside her.

The thought of his naked body on top of hers, thrusting and filling her, was enough to make her shiver. But she wasn’t stupid, and there was no escaping reality. Despite his conviction that he’d been dreaming about her all this time, she couldn’t forget that he’d also informed her in no uncertain terms that he didn’t do commitment, or marriage, or any of the things she found herself wanting.

You can have those things. Just not with him.

When he returned to the bedroom, Tess rose on her elbows to watch him. Except for a pair of tight black undershorts, he’d ditched his clothes. Now, it was her turn to choke on her tongue.

She’d seen his naked upper body before, but now she concentrated not on the smattering of scars but on the chiseled work of art standing before her, and she couldn’t wait to run her tongue over every inch of his taut golden skin.

Broad, powerful shoulders tapered to a trim waist. Ripped abdominal muscles bunched as he returned to her side of the bed. The man had more moguls on his upper body than a ski slope. A light smattering of dark blond curls covered his thick pectorals and long, heavily muscled thighs and calves. In his hands were several packets. Condoms.

His eyes, a beautiful light blue, flared with unmistakable heat. After tossing the condoms on the bedside table, he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and tugged off his undershorts. She followed the path of dark material as he slid it down his legs, then her breath caught in her throat. She could barely breathe. Eric was a big man, far above average height. As is the rest of him. Every long, thick, hard inch.

A soft whoosh told her the undershorts had been flung somewhere on the floor, although she still couldn’t take her eyes off Eric’s powerful body. Next came the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and she watched him expertly sheathe himself then gently lower on top of her.

For a man so adamantly opposed to commitment, the way he was looking at her made her feel as if she were the only woman on the planet, the only one in his world that mattered. For now, she reminded herself, because the here and now was all they would ever have.

He took her mouth in a sweet, seductive kiss that made her heart race and the blood pound at her temples. He lifted his head and gazed down at her. The skin over the bridge of his nose creased. Eyes that only seconds earlier had been heavy lidded with passion looked at her with what she could only interpret as confusion.

She’d been about to ask if something was wrong when the harsh lines of his face softened, and he kissed her again, deeper this time, and with a passionate fervor she could feel in the way he held her, the way his ardor emanated from his very touch.