“You’re putting a cramp in my style, SEAL.”
“How’s that?” She loved the way he gave her a lopsided grin.
“At least when you were sleeping across the hall from me in another room, I could pull out my vibrator, close my eyes, and pretend it was you making me come at night. Now that you’re sleeping in my bed—or rather on my bed—I haven’t had an orgasm in far too many days,” she admitted.
He swallowed hard. “Jesus, temptress.” He dropped his forehead against hers and groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
She shook her head against his. “I’m going to be the one dying. From lack of orgasms. I bet you get to orgasm every day. Shower? Bathroom? It’s not that easy for me. I can’t get myself off in two minutes in the shower with my fingers.”
She knew she was oversharing. But dammit, she was also telling the truth. She no longer cared if she was tempting him. She wasn’t even embarrassed. The man brought something out of her she’d never been aware of before. She felt open to talk to him about anything, including sex. Including her fucking horny needs.
Tavis growled before he grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs. He hauled her along behind him until they reached the edge of her bed. When they arrived, he squared off in front of her, cupped her face, and kissed her like his life depended on it.
In seconds she was putty, melting against him, her hands on his ass, sliding into his jeans’ pockets. She forgot everything. The world ceased to exist while she kissed him back just as passionately.
When he broke the kiss, he was panting, his gaze locked on hers, his face close, his hands still holding her face. “I’ll make dinner. Take your time.”
Her brows lifted high. “What? No.” She shook her head. “No way.”
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t work like that, Tavis. There’s no way I could masturbate alone in my bedroom with you knowing it and standing downstairs. Or how would I know you weren’t right outside the bedroom listening?” She shook her head all during this speech. “Nice gesture, but no.”
Tavis drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes before meeting her gaze again. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“What?” She was confused. He’ll do what? But she wasn’t confused for long because his hands were on her shirt, which he drew up over her head before tackling the button on her jeans.
Holy shit. He was going to give her an orgasm?
No. No way. She grabbed his hands. “Tavis…”
He shrugged off her fumbling fingers and batted them away.
“Tavis.” Her voice was higher pitched, ringing in the room. “I can’t.”
He paused, her button open, her zipper down.
She gasped, her knees threatening to give out. Fuck. Maybe I can.
His hand flattened on her belly and slid down into her panties.
Her breath hitched when he found her pussy and then stroked her clit. “You can’t what, temptress?”
“I…” The one syllable was breathless, and she forgot what she was going to say as he pushed a finger up into her, causing her to lift off the floor onto her toes.
Her head rolled back.
He tugged her jeans over her hips with his other hand, mumbling, “Tell me, temptress. What can’t you do?” He added another finger, and she grabbed his biceps to keep from falling as he penetrated her.
“C-come.”
“You can’t come?” he whispered in her ear. “Why not?”
“Mmm.” It would seem she could come. He was about to rock her world and change everything. It unnerved her.
She grabbed his hand, pressing against it, not pulling him out, but forcing him to still for a moment. She met his gaze. She was panting. “No one’s ever made me come, Tavis,” she breathed. “I’ve never come with someone else in the room.”
He drew in a sharp breath and then nodded once. “That’s about to change.”
She moaned when he removed his hand, trembling with need. Not only did she not come with men but she didn’t come this fast. This easily. “Tavis…” What the hell was his plan?
He squatted down to remove her shoes and then yanked off her jeans and then her panties so fast her head was spinning. Seconds later, he was standing again, but he had a hand between her breasts and one at her back. He gave her a shove so that she fell onto the mattress, but controlled the pace.
“Tavis,” she cried out when he pushed her knees apart and stared at her pussy.
He lifted his gaze to hers. “So fucking sexy. So wet and hot and swollen for me. I’m going to use my mouth, okay? I need to taste you.”
She licked her lips while he waited for her to consent. She swallowed. This was important. “Okay, but you’re going to ruin me, so you better have meant every word you said earlier. Don’t you dare take this from me and then turn away from me.”
She was panting, struggling to get enough oxygen.
Tavis slid his palms down her inner thighs, making her moan at the intimacy. He parted her lower lips, tormenting her further. She’d never been this desperate, not even with her vibrator and her imagination.
He surprised her when he leaned over and kissed her lips reverently. “You’re mine, temptress.”
All she could do was nod as he lowered his mouth to her chest to kiss the upper swell of her breasts before reaching under the edge of lace to flick his tongue over a nipple.
She fisted the covers at her sides and moaned, her head tipping back, her chest arching. Holy shit.
He did the same to her other nipple before kissing a path down her stomach. After a long deep inhale that made her shudder, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked.
Colette cried out incoherently, her entire body stiffening.
Nothing had ever felt like that before. She’d never dreamed it could feel that good. When he flicked his tongue over her clit and then speared it into her, she arched farther. “Tavis,” she screamed.
He thrust a finger into her and then another, sucking on her clit at the same time.
She writhed, unable to remain still. She released the covers to grab his shoulders. It was impossible to ground herself. She felt like she was going to fall apart, float away. The pieces of her would scatter around the room.
When he curled his fingers up to graze over the soft spongy spot at the top of her channel and dragged his teeth over her clit, she screamed, her orgasm slamming into her, pulsing with so much force that her entire body shook with the vibrations.
Tavis knew what he was doing. The man was an expert with his mouth. He knew exactly when to ease up the pressure right before her clit would have been too sensitive to tolerate his tongue anymore.
He didn’t back off though. While she gasped, trying to catch her breath, he nibbled all over her pussy, licking and sucking gently. He continued to hold her thighs wide. Finally, he planted one final kiss on her mound and lifted his head.
He was grinning. “You can’t come with a man?”
She groaned. “You’ll never let that go, will you?”
“No, temptress. Never. Not for the rest of our lives.”
She shivered at the mention of forever. Could this thing really be forever? It seemed crazy and preposterous and possible and right at the same time. Her brain couldn’t process all these feelings.
“You’re fully clothed,” she pointed out.
“Yep. Gonna stay that way too.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Like you said, I can and yes, I have masturbated every day since I met you. I hate that you have not. From now on, take some time for yourself every day. Lock the bathroom door. Take baths while I fix dinner.”
She gasped. “After that?” She shook her head. “I’m spoiled now. Ruined. I doubt if my vibrator will even work anymore,” she half joked.
He chuckled, his head cocking to one side before he tapped her cheek. “You’re flushed. Does it embarrass you to masturbate in the bathroom while I’m downstairs?”
“Yes.” No reason to lie. “Absolutely.”
“But it doesn’t embarrass you for me to strip you down and eat your sweet pussy?” He was teasing her.
She groaned. “It happened so fast I didn’t even know what was going on. Before I knew it, I was naked and you were fucking me with your tongue, Tavis. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed.” Now that he mentioned it, she probably would be slightly mortified when she found all her scattered brain cells.
He slid his hands up to her bra, unfastened the clasp between her breasts, and parted the sides.
She shivered, her nipples stiffening further as the air hit them, if that was possible.
Tavis reverently cupped both sides and leaned over to kiss first one nipple and then the other. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.
“You’re not so bad yourself. I bet you’re even better naked,” she tempted.
He chuckled before releasing her entirely. “Be right back.”
She was stunned when he turned and left the room, and she rose up onto her elbows, feeling decidedly naked and self-conscious.
Seconds later he was back, and he was holding up one of his T-shirts. “From now on, you’ll sleep in mine instead of yours.” He lifted it over her head. It dwarfed her.
“Why?” she asked as she snatched her panties out of his hand. He’d picked them up off the floor, and she had to draw the line at him putting them back on her.
“Because yours don’t cover your sweet ass, temptress, which drives me bonkers in the middle of the night.”
She grinned. “Is that so?” Good to know.
“Yes.” He backed up. “Dinner. I’ll go get it started.” And then he spun and bolted from the room.
His ass was fine even encased in his jeans, but damn, she wished he would have let her see more of him. She was at a tremendous disadvantage. She always had been, especially since she slept in very little clothing and now knew he’d had more than a few glimpses of her panties.
She should be embarrassed, but she couldn’t muster the will. She’d never been very good at flirting before, but Tavis Neade brought out the temptress in her, and she intended to make full use of that side of her personality until she had all of him. Not just his mouth and tongue. She’d never been more certain she wanted his cock inside her too.
If it felt that good having the man’s lips on her pussy, how much better would it be if he replaced his tongue with his erection?
She was trembling and a bit shaky as she made her way to the bathroom to splash water on her face. She needed a few minutes alone before she met him in the kitchen.
She stared at her face in the mirror first. She hardly recognized the woman staring back at her. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks were red. And she was smiling as if she’d won the lottery.
After running a brush through her hair to tame it, she smoothed her hands down Tavis’s shirt and lifted the front of it to inhale his scent. Powerful. Masculine. Delicious. She couldn’t wait to press her nose against his neck, his chest, his cock. Scent him the way he’d done her. How long was he going to make her wait to have more of him?