Chapter Fourteen
The hands Eric had placed around her waist slid lower to her hips, before sliding to her bottom and squeezing.
A moan of anticipation slipped from her lips to his as he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he broke the kiss to carry her to the bedroom.
With a duck of her head, she pressed her mouth to the pulse she could see throbbing in his neck.
The groan he made sent a rush of excitement through her. The idea that her touch could bring him equal amounts of pleasure, too, left her heady. It made her imagine not just what he would do to her, but what she wanted to do to him.
Caught up in her thoughts, she was dimly aware of the mattress beneath her back. The absence of his body pressed against hers had her murmuring in disappointment and trying to pull him back.
But he was already out of reach, falling to his knees in front of her.
Certain he was about to remove her boots, her eyes widened when he instead pushed her dress high up on her thighs. And then higher.
“Please...” What was she even begging for?
Everything. Literally everything that he’d promised.
“I’ve waited so long for you.” His tone was uneven.
When he brushed his fingers across the fabric that covered her sex, she caught her breath, ready for his intimate touch again.
“Did you think about me?”
“Yes.”
“Think about what you want me to do?”
“Yes.” The one word jumped an octave.
There was a slight tugging of her panties to the side and then he was there. Not with his fingers, but with his mouth.
“Oh God.” Shock had the muscles in her bottom clenching. She grasped his head—almost afraid he would retreat—and held him against her. Her booted feet immediately settled over his shoulders.
Eric seemed to have no desire to leave. His tongue pierced between the folds of her sex, tasting and teasing her, before moving up to the spot she needed him the most.
When his tongue flicked her clit, she nearly blacked out from pleasure.
More.
Her grip in his hair tightened as she moved her body in time to his sensual attack. To his claim on her. Because that’s what this was. He was claiming her, proving how quickly he could make her lose control to the pleasure he gave.
And she was one hundred percent willing to put up that white flag and surrender.
“You’re mine now,” he muttered against her, before circling her clit again with his tongue.
“Yes.” At least that’s what she thought she muttered in her pleasure delirium.
It seemed to be the only word in her vocabulary at the moment.
He switched from flicking to sucking, and she cried out when he pressed a finger inside her. Oh God, it all felt so good. Had she ever lost control like this before? Given herself over to this kind of pleasure?
“Eric.” Her thighs tightened around his head as the first waves of ecstasy began to roll.
“Say my name again.” He sucked her clit faster, moving his finger inside her.
“Eric.” Beyond yes, his name was literally the only thing she could say at this point.