He didn’t mess around with wasted time. His hand went straight to her panties, rubbing her over the lace. She was ridiculously wet, and she felt his fingers glide over the lace easily, coated in her arousal. His tongue battled hers, stroking her in echo with his fingers.
She’d never done anything like this. Kitchen sex with a stranger. Okay, kitchen sex or sex with a stranger. No one had ever touched her that way, so sensually, like they were in complete command of her body, like they’d known her for years and knew exactly how she wanted to be touched.
He touched her with an intimate familiarity that he shouldn’t have been able to lay claim to.
Cason broke the kiss. He withdrew his mouth, but nipped her brutally on the way, dragging his teeth into the pillow softness of her bottom lip. The sting of the bite sent a jolt of pleasure racing straight to all the spots that were already throbbing.
Was it possible to come from two seconds of touching and a brutal, dirty kiss?
Noemi inhaled sharply and realized that the scent in the kitchen had changed. It was dark, erotic, sensual. It smelled like sex. She smelled like sex.
Cason fell to his knees in front of her, his dark tousled head between her parted thighs, spread open so far that her muscles burned. God. It was a rush just seeing him there, bent before her, a huge, powerful man on his knees. He was going to pleasure her. Her. This man who probably made women all over the world weep with his sheer masculine beauty.
When he leaned forward, the hot puffs of his breath against her overheated skin nearly sent her over the edge. It had been a while. Even with her fingers, it had been a few months. Cason though, he was the kind of man that it didn’t matter if she’d got herself off a hundred times a day for a hundred days in a row. She’d still probably be on the verge just from that heady breath against her thigh.
At the first pass of his tongue over her lace clad sex, she threw back her head and melted against the countertop. She’d never, ever had anyone do anything like that. How was it so much hotter with her panties on?
Cason’s sinful tongue flicked over parts of her that felt like he was the first to discover and conquer. He licked her from clit nearly to her ass and back, while all she could do was whimper and moan and spread her legs wider, giving him complete, unfettered access.
He destroyed her with his tongue. Destroyed her doubts. Destroyed what little reserve she’d come in with. She didn’t need the wine for courage. He was her courage. Because there was no way in hell that she could actually regret something that felt so good.
He sucked at her clit through the lace, hard and rough. It burned and stung, and pleasure curled all the way down to her toes. He knew what he was doing, because he danced away after, sliding his tongue over her folds and tracing her entrance. He thrust there, trying to spear her with her panties still on and she actually bucked against the counter.
She imagined she was leaking all over, leaking all over her thighs, the counter, over the cupboards. It shouldn’t be such a hot visual image. She felt like she should be burning up with shame, but nope. Shame wasn’t anywhere near the list of what she was feeling.
And then…
And then he brushed her panties aside. He leaned back and her eyes popped open as the much cooler air in the kitchen rushed up to meet her scorching, tingling, overheated sex.
Cason arched a brow and studied her, and she wondered what the hell he was doing, holding her panties to the side, looking at her like a creeper. Understanding finally cut through the rays of her oversexed, fogged up brain.
“Nope. Doesn’t resemble roast beef at all.” Cason’s deep voice cut right through her and suddenly she was right back on the precipice. His shocking, electric blue eyes met hers. “And you are far, far more fucking delicious.” He settled back on his heels, and it was still such a trip seeing his massive form kneeling before her. “Now that that’s settled, would you like me to make you come?”
God, he was so bold. He was probably one of those guys with a filthy mouth. She was probably right too, about him being able to get any woman he wanted. He probably downplayed the amount of female attention he got. In a resort town, there was probably no shortage of tourists looking for a good time.
Except he wasn’t with a tourist.
He’d invited her over. He was with her. He was looking at her like he wanted to tear off her clothes, turn her around, and fuck her doggy style up against the cupboards while he spanked her ass until it was bright red and glowing.