One of his hands glides over my hip until it cups my ass. “Put your leg over my shoulder.”
I do without thinking. I don’t care what I look like. All I want is to feel.
He glances up at me, his dark eyes swimming with desire. “I’ve thought about this for two months. Craved this. I’ve fucking ached for this.”
I lace my fingers through his soft brown hair and tug him closer to me.
“I’ll give you everything you want.” He licks the length of my cleft. “And everything you need.”
My back arches when he licks me over and over, his tongue diving into me before he circles my clit.
It’s too much. It’s all too intense. Words fall from my lips that I can’t recognize. His name becomes a chant as I buck against his face, riding him shamelessly, my back hitting the door in a pounding rhythm.
He sucks on my clit, the pressure perfect, the sounds he makes my undoing.
I moan again, louder this time as I race to the edge.
He slides a thick finger inside me and hones in on the spot that sends me into a withering frenzy.
I push against him to stop the pleasure. It’s too much. It’s all so much, but he’s relentless.
He hums against my tender flesh, sucking, tasting, biting, taking.
I come so hard that I hold both hands over my mouth to buffer the scream.
“Again, angel.”
Two words that take me from one orgasm straight into another with his name falling in a whispered plea from my lips.
Chapter 30
Jeremy
I glide up her body, feathering kisses over her skin. She smells like heaven. The taste of her is intoxicating.
“Linny,” I whisper her name against her lips. “Open your eyes.”
She shakes her head softly. “I can’t. I can’t move anything.”
Pressing my mouth against hers for a kiss, I laugh. “You can. Open them.”
She does.
A smile parts her lips. “I came here to talk business.”
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I chuckle. “You’re not complaining, are you? That was a hell of a lot better than talking about vodka.”
Her hand finds my cheek. “So much better.”
I lick my bottom lip to savor the lingering taste of her. “That was incredible. I need to do that again.”
Her back bows against the door. “I won’t be able to function.”
I want to fuck her so badly, but I don’t have protection here.
I gave up carrying condoms in my pocket or wallet after I turned down a handful of women who were willing to hop into bed with me.
Eventually, I would have shaken my obsession with my Vegas angel, but only in an attempt to satisfy a physical need, not because of any connection beyond that.