“I thought thrusting the main attack?”
He laughed lightly as he kissed her. “Am I never to have the last word?”
Her retort turned to a whimper as he palmed a peaked nipple. Now he knew one way to steal her breath. He intended to discover them all.
So long he’d been celibate, but only since he’d met Millie had the state caused him pain. He trailed his lips from her mouth to her neck, and finally to her breasts. With a sigh of complete abandon, he cupped one in each palm.
She gazed at him in bewildered bemusement. “Why are they such a marvel to men?” she asked.
“I know only that they are,” he answered. “Primal instinct, perhaps. Or maybe we are simply easily stimulated creatures?”
He flicked a nipple, and she shivered.
He’d been told not all women liked their breasts touched. Fortunately for him, Millie clearly did. Using her hitching breath as a guide, he bent down to suck and lave. And—very well—satisfy a bit of his own hunger with an occasional, rougher bite.
“Whatareyou doing to me?”
“You tell me,” he suggested.
“I’m hot.”
“Yes,” he agreed with a hum. “So hot.”
“I’ve an ache that makes me feel quite…undone.”
Undone.Very nice. “An ache?
Keeping his mouth at her breast, he let his fingers travel down. Lazily, he dragged his hand back and forth across her inner thigh, shortening his strokes as he edged ever closer to the space between her legs, her muscles hot and trembling.
“Where?” he whispered, nudging ever closer toward those enticing curls.
“Nearly there, I think.”
She was so, so swollen, so ready, he could sense and smell her wet.
“Here?” he teased.
“No!” She whimpered and wiggled. “Not quite.”
First, he gently inserted one finger, then two, though not as much for her pleasure as for his own. His prick had to wait, but patience did not preclude a foretaste of what was to come. And he could not have chosen a more tantalizing hint—soft, tight, wet and more than ready to welcome.
Reluctant, he moved, teasing, probing searching, until she cried outthere.
So there he stroked. He watched, fascinated, as she tossed her head to the side, her eyes tightly closed.
“Look at me, beloved,” he said, needing to see her need.
Her lids parted halfway. She gazed down with unfocused eyes.
This is how he’d dreamt of seeing her—lips parted, breath short.
Holding her eyes, he lowered his mouth over her nipple and grazed the nub with his teeth.
She broke open with a shudder that passed through her body into his. A release so deep, so full, he was nearly satiated, too.
Nearly.
“Earthshattering?” he panted.