“I need you,” he growled. “Now.”
She nodded. “As I do you.”
He reached and took her hem in his hands. With torturous slowness, he dragged the skirts up her limbs, exposing her to him.
She sucked in a breath at the uniqueness of it.
Her skirts pooled at her hips, and he skimmed his rough fingertips over her pelvic bones.
Heat and need raced through her.
The wildness of her pulse and the ache between her thighs drove any thoughts of ceasing away.
“This was not supposed to happen,” he gritted.
“Supposed to are very silly words,” she breathed,
Apparently, he agreed, for he slid his hand to the V of her thighs and stroked her soft, wet folds.
A cry escaped her lips when he found a spot she’d not even known existed.
The pleasure of it was impossible. Unfathomable. Indescribable. And she wanted more.
“You like that?” he asked roughly.
She nodded, biting down on her lower lip.
“I’m hungry for you,” he groaned. “So damned hungry.”
She had no idea what he meant except she felt something building within her, needing more.
And then, he was bending, gently pressing her thighs apart. He studied her, his gaze taking in her most private place, his own personal paradise, before his mouth caressed the skin at her hips.
She jolted with shock at the sensitive pleasure.
A note of male pride rumbled from him, and then he was kissing her.
Between her thighs.
Suddenly, his hunger made sense, for it felt he was devouring her.
She bucked under him, and he did not relent.
The feel of his mouth and tongue teasing her drove her higher and higher. She gasped and arched. “I-I don’t understand.”
“Let me pleasure you,” he growled against her. “Please.”
She gave in. Gave in to him. To pleasure. To being desired.
All thoughts skittered away, and just when she thought she could not take it any longer, his tongue stroked her in just such a way that she sucked in a sharp breath and cried out as wave after wave of exquisite bliss crashed through her body.
“Derek!” she called, having found something entirely new.
He leaned over her, his body taut. “I want you.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
This was impulsive. Mad. Ill-advised.