Wordlessly, he stalks the few steps back to me, reaching over his head and grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking it up and off in that way that’s flagrantly masculine and so goddamn hot. My lungs constrict, cutting off all air as his wide, hard, tattooed chest comes into view. He’s… beautiful. All that black, red, and dark-blue ink covering his chest, arms, and neck—he’s wild, raw, and so gorgeous, I close my eyes for a moment. As if that will allow me to ground myself for a second. But no. It only magnifies the slight ache in my jaw, and the phantom possession of my mouth. Reminds me that he’s had a part of me already, and my pussy throbs to be owned, too.
When he reaches me, he encircles my ankles, tugging me to very edge of the mattress. Silently, he quickly strips my jeans and panties from me, and only when I’m naked from the waist down does he lower his piercing gaze from mine to my wet, desperate sex. A sound that seems half growl, half moan rumbles out of him and falls to his knees, hiking my legs over his shoulders, spreading me wide.
Mortification. That’s what should be swamping me right now. This man is face deep in my pussy and staring at my folds like I’m the Holy Grail and he’s about to drink until he sees God. Modesty whispers in my ear that I should at least make an attempt at shielding myself, but that would be a lie. But I decided tonight there would be no lies, and that includes not deceiving myself either. I’m not embarrassed. I love the way he looks at me. Crave it.
He wants to feast on me, and God, I want to be devoured.
As if he discerns my thoughts, his gaze flickers up to meet mine as those long, blunt-tipped fingers spread my swollen, feminine lips. A whimper escapes me, and even I can hear the hunger in it. I’m not embarrassed by that either.
His head lowers, and I can’t look away as his mouth opens over me. And devastates me.
That wicked mouth licks and sucks at my pussy, leaving no part of me untouched, uncorrupted. He licks at my folds, sucking each one into his mouth, lapping at it, nibbling, leaving me shaking even before he travels up to my clit. By the time he circles the engorged bundle of nerves, I’m one exposed nerve. My fingers tangle in his hair, clutching him to me. Sweat pours off me, my body trembles. As his lips close over my clit, and he thrusts the side of his tongue against it, I cry out, pushed so far to the edge, insanity is a real possibility if he doesn’t let me come.
“Don’t you fucking come,” he growls, and the vibration of it shivers through my sex. “Not yet. Not until I say.”
Part of my mind says fuck that. But my body is under his thrall. Though the need to fall into the abyss, to let go, claws at me like a wild beast, I hold back, knowing the pleasure already careening through me like a runaway train with greased wheels will be nothing compared to what he can give me. What he will give me.
He slides two fingers through my soaked folds, the tips nudging my clit and I groan, flinching from the bite of pleasure that tips into pain. It’s damn near too much. That groan melts into a whimper when he dips his hand to the grasping entrance of sex, and I pull my knees higher, pressing the soles of my feet onto his shoulders.
“Please,” I beg, past caring. That’s a lie. I never cared in the first place. “Asa, please, give it to me.”
“You never have to beg me, baby girl.”
He’s a man of his word. With one thrust, his thick fingers fill me, stretch me, and my back arches off the bed. My hands fist the bedcovers beneath me. But my hips twist and buck, fucking those fingers. I’m on fire—it’s in my blood, and I can’t control it. I’m in danger of burning up and taking this man, this damn house with me.
“That’s it.” His dark chuckle brushes my damp inner thigh. “That’s it. Show me how you get there.”
Another low laugh, and then a heavy arm crosses my hips, and he holds me down, shoving his shoulders higher between my thighs, spreading me wider. He plunges his fingers inside me, shoving me toward release, and I can’t do anything but lie there and take it. With each thrust, he crooks his fingers, rubbing a spot high inside me and I choke, squirming, trying to get closer or get away from the immense pleasure that’s building with each rub.
“Where you going?” he teases with a dirty chuckle. “Where you going, baby girl?”
Another stroke, another rub, and I have my answer.
I’m flying. I’m shattering.
I’m not sure if I’ll be whole again. And I don’t care.
When I open my eyes moments—or maybe minutes, hours, eons—later, Asa crouches over me, completely naked. I discover it isn’t just his chest, arms, and neck that are tattooed. His thighs and calves are inked as well. Half-naked, he was beautiful. Wild. Completely nude, he’s almost overwhelming. And though I’ve just had the most cataclysmic orgasm of my life, already my senses are winking back online. Lust reignites in my veins, and I stretch my arms toward him.
Asa straightens, catching my hands and helping me to sit. With swift movements, he removes my shirt and bra, rendering me as naked as him. Bowing his head, he kisses me, and though it’s brief, it’s still hot, carnal, and has me clutching his shoulders.
“You still with me?” he asks against my lips. “If this is where you want this to end, it can. But you need to speak up now.”
“After you get me naked?” I twist my lips into a wry smile.
“I’m hedging my bets.” There’s humor in his voice, his eyes, but there’s also strain around his mouth, and his fist drops to his cock, and I can’t help but watch as he squeezes it, strokes it.
I slick my tongue over my lips. “No fair,” I whisper.
“I never said I would play fair.” He pinches my chin with the hand not busy jacking himself off. “India. I need an answer.”
“I want you inside me. No.” I shake my head, lifting my hands to his hair, running my fingers through the thick, silken strands. “I need you inside me.”
Before I can draw in my next breath, my head is against my pillow and he’s over me, opening a condom package then rolling the protection down his cock. I shiver, staring at it, a spasm quivering deep and high inside my pussy. Like in the hall, a flicker of feminine anxiety flutters in my belly. He’s going to stretch the hell out of me, and since it’s been a while between partners, this might be uncomfortable at first. But it’s worth it. To have him finally buried inside me? It’ll all be worth it.
“What’re you thinking?”
I jerk my gaze from his cock up to his face and that dove-gray gaze.