“I think I can handle this.” He shucked his shorts quickly and moved toward her.
When she reached for the tie on her bikini top, he caught her wrist.
“Let me. I want to unwrap you like you’re my damn present.”
Amusement and arousal flickered in her eyes. “Have at it.”
He caught the end of one string and tugged, working the knot free until the strings fell down.
His breath hitched as the fabric still clung to the large swells of her chest. With a steady hand, he reached out and tugged the green triangles down until those glorious red nipples sprang free.
“I remember you.” He lowered his head and sucked one hard tip into his mouth.
Her gasp of surprise and pleasure only encouraged him. With his mouth tormenting one breast, he freed her other from the fabric and captured the tip between his thumb and forefinger.
She grasped at his hair, holding his head to her and making small murmurs of pleasure.
His heart started to beat faster, and the need inside him grew.
He reached for her bikini bottoms, but didn’t lift his head. Not quite ready to release that tight nipple from the torment of his tongue and lips.
While he pushed down her bottoms, he transferred his mouth to the other neglected breast and sucked the tip hard into his mouth.
“James.” She bucked against him.
God, to hear his name on her lips. So breathy. So needy.
He made a murmur of agreement against her flesh and backed her up until her legs hit the bed.
Finally, he lifted his head from her breast to encourage Tori to lie back.
She drew in a shaky breath and sat down before lying back completely.
For a moment, he just took in the view. All the curves and dips and swells. The sparkling green jewel that decorated her navel.
She was a work of art. The trimmed curls between her thighs made his mouth water to taste her.
“Open your legs for me, Tori. Let me see you.”
After so many months of friction, of fighting for control, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she told him to fuck off.
Instead, she parted her thighs and slid her fingers into the curls to touch herself.
Dear god.
It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She wasn’t the least bit self-conscious or shy.
She was a woman who knew how to create her own pleasure.
“Do you want to watch me make myself come?” Her words were breathy. “Or would you rather have the honors?”
Or ask for someone else to give that pleasure to her.
He was going to be lucky if he didn’t embarrass himself before the main event.
He’d already brought her release with just the touch of his hand. How hard would she come when it was his tongue?
“I’ve got this one.” He sank to his knees and pulled her legs forward until the heart of her was just inches from his mouth.