“I’ll learn,” he said quietly.
“Learn what?” She frowned.
“How to play chess.”
His eyes slowly roamed her from head to toe, then back before resting on her face. Her skin tingled, and the pressure built, making her inner muscles clench in anticipation of having him inside her again. She looked down and licked her lips. He was still hard, the open buttons of his jeans barely containing his thick cock, which was half exposed. He growled again, and she looked up at him.
“You’re testing my patience and control looking at me like that.” He raised one dark brow. “And looking like that.” He gestured to her lingerie before tracing one finger along the top edge of her lacy bra, over the swell of one exposed breast.
“I like testing your patience.” She smiled up at him. “I think I’d like to taste—um, test—it some more.”
She tugged and pushed at him until they’d switched positions, and his back was to the bed now. The bottom few buttons were still undone on his shirt from earlier, and she hurriedly unbuttoned the rest—less elegantly as he’d managed the buttons on her dress. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, and she pushed his jeans down off his hips.
The swollen head of his cock glistened with pre-come, and she licked her lips again, the action rewarded with another growl. She shoved at him, and he sat on the edge of the mattress. She dropped to her knees and removed his shoes and socks to allow the jeans to slide off to the floor. She placed a kiss on one knee, then nibbled her way along the inside of his hard thigh.
The fingers of his right hand tangled in her hair. He urged her upward, and when she reached his cock, she wrapped her hand around the base before stroking up, then slowly back down. Not able to resist one second longer, she licked him. His flavor hit her taste buds, salty, masculine . . . Galen. She licked him again before sucking him into her mouth, then frowned when he tugged her up.
“Sorry, angel. But I’ve been fantasizing about ravishing every inch of your lovely body since last night.”
“You did ravish every inch of my body last night--well, almost every inch,” she said in frustration.
He chuckled. “Exactly. And now I want that last little part that I neglected.”
She squealed when he flipped her to her back and pinned her underneath him. She couldn’t move a muscle, but wasn’t frightened. If she protested, he’d release her in an instant, but she didn’t want freed. She liked being firmly cocooned in his warmth.
He leaned up on one elbow and traced a path over her chest, down between the cleavage of her breasts. “You look beautiful in lace,” he said quietly.
“You look beautiful in nothing,” she whispered.
“I’ll settle for handsome.”
“You can settle for handsome. I’ll settle for beautiful. You are beautiful to me.” She smiled up at him.
He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to hide the smile lifting his full lips. He nuzzled the top of one breast before gently nipping the pebbled nipple through the lace.
“Mmmm.” He fingered the front clasp of the bra. “Beautiful and practical.” He flicked the clasp open with expertise to let her breasts spill free.
He pulled one nipple into his mouth, licked it, then blew on it. Goose bumps broke over her skin, and she arched upward, begging for more. He obliged by sucking the stiff peak into his mouth once again. This time, he bit down gently, coaxing a moan from her. She dug her fingers through his hair and firmly into his scalp, careful not to claw him with her nails.
She squirmed under him, but his big body still blanketing her left her little wiggle room. She was his prisoner—a willing prisoner. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut as his lips, teeth, and mouth sweetly tormented her. She encouraged him with her fingers and gave in to the pressure as it built inside her.
He leisurely toyed with one nipple, then the other, back and forth until each touch to the sensitive tips wrung whimpers of pleasure from her throat. Just as she thought she could bear no more, he licked a path to her navel, where he rimmed it several times before moving down. He stroked his finger over the delicate lace before unsnapping the garter belts from her stockings. She moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders, where she dug the tips into hard muscle.
He sifted his fingers through the short, neat curls on her mound before spreading her wide with his thumbs. She gasped. A heady sense of excitement, mixed with a hint of embarrassment, flooded her at being completely exposed to him.
He gave her one long, excruciatingly slow lick along her slickened folds and growled.
Chapter Sixteen
Galen had never tasted anything as sweet, as delicious as Myka. How he’d lived countless years without her, he’d never know. What was certain was that he would not endure one single moment of his future without her. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive clit, and she quivered under him, her reaction both satisfying and igniting. How could he make her understand that watching her come undone underneath him, witnessing her responses to his touch, his kisses, was as gratifying to him as his own release? Maybe more so.
Nothing could bring him more joy than seeing Myka come alive under him. The fact that he, and he alone, could bring her such pleasure was humbling, but also gave him a serious ego stroking. Not the type of ego that cued assholishness, but the kind that could randomly bring a smile to his lips, the kind that put a little more swagger in his step because his woman was pleased.
He hoped he did the same for her confidence because she had the ability to make him tremble with her gifted mouth and hands. No woman had ever taken him to the level of pleasure that Myka could. When they were together, everyone ceased to exist. When they made love, they became one. They resided on a plateau of love-and-passion-induced gratification that nothing could touch.
He slid each silk stocking down, following with a trail of kisses over the exposed flesh. After, he pulled the garter belt off, and she was finally completely nude. Damn but she was achingly gorgeous. He gripped her thighs firmly and pushed them wider, baring every inch of her glistening folds to his hungry eyes. He wedged his shoulders between her knees to keep her exposed, then spread her silken lips wide once again with his thumbs. He nearly forgot how to breathe at the beauty of her, but her pleading whimpers and nails digging into his shoulders spurred him back into action.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered before dipping his head to feast on her.
Her pleas quickly turned to sobs as he stoked her higher, closer to her orgasm, with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He slid two fingers inside her and nearly came when her muscles clamped hard around him. She was tight and so wet for him. He inched deeper and spread his fingers a little at a time, readying her for his cock. He swirled his tongue over her clit, and her body yielded to his fingers.
“Galen! Please!”
He ignored her pleas, urging her closer to her release. Each time her muscles clenched, he’d retreat and allow her a few seconds to recover before thrusting back home. She was close, and he wanted nothing more than to tumble her over the cliff and watch her soar. But he wanted to be inside her even more when she shattered. Wanted to watch her lovely face as she came. Watch her orgasm take hold and bliss wash over her features.