Rick bent his head, his gaze lifting to watch her face as he pressed his lips against the gentle curve of one breast.
He watched her eyes darken, her lashes flutter.
“Like that?” He realized in that instant that he loved playing with her.
“That’s a little bit better,” she breathed out as she braced her hands on the counter behind her. “Maybe a little bit more.”
He wanted a nipple in his mouth so bad he couldn’t stand it. But he wanted to play with her, too. He loved watching her face flush, the way she bit at her lower lip, the way sensuality suffused her features.
He wouldn’t last long, but he’d enjoy it while he could stand it.
“Little bit more?” He licked over the area he had kissed. He kissed another spot, just beside the cute little mole at the side of her breast, before he licked there, as well.
“Oh yeah.” She sighed roughly, one hand lifting to the back of his head, her fingers sifting through his hair. “God, Rick. This is so good.”
As though she had never played before, either.
He kissed again, moving closer to the tight peak of her breast, coming ever closer to the dark pink areola.
“Yeah,” she whispered, her breathing as ragged as his own as her hand tightened in his hair. “There.”
“Here?” He kissed the beginning of the darker flesh then licked over it. Around it.
He didn’t touch the sensitive nipple, but moved closer, then away, closer and back. He licked and kissed until she was straining closer to him and his mouth was watering for the taste of the tight flesh.
“You’re a very good tease,” she accused him roughly.
“You’re better.” He almost grinned. “You’ve been teasing me for two years. Every time I’ve seen you.”
Her breath caught as he breathed over the tight tip.
“So you noticed after all?” She almost whimpered when he brought his mouth closer, barely brushing his lips against the hard flesh.
“Every time.” He licked the hard tip.
Hannah jerked in his arms, a fragile cry falling from her lips as he licked her nipple, tasted her. And she was sweet. So damned sweet that he wondered if he’d ever be able to pull himself away from her.
He couldn’t deny the need any longer. He licked her nipple, tasted it, laved it, as hunger rose inside him like a ravenous beast.
It had been too long. Four years without a woman was too damned long, and his sexuality had always been high on his list of priorities.
And this woman. He’d wanted her for far too long. She had been a part of his fantasies for too many years.
As he drew the hard tip of her nipple into his mouth and felt her hands on the snap of his jeans, his balls drew up tight, his cock throbbed with need.
The hunger pummeled him, raced through him like a fiery storm, and centered on the taste and touch of her.
“I dream about you,” she gasped as he sucked at first one nipple, then the next. “For so long, Rick. I’ve dreamed of you.”
She was pushing him to the brink. Her voice caressed his senses while her hands tugged at his jeans.
A desperate groan tore from his lips as he pushed her back, urging her to recline against the counter as his lips swept down her belly. Pushing her thighs apart, he had to clench his teeth to hold back the need raging inside him to take her now.
To release the violently throbbing flesh between his thighs and take her, to sink inside the silken, wet folds his eyes were devouring.
Soft curls shielded the upper curves of the mound, but the lower curves, the sweetly plump lower lips, were pink and bare and glistening with her juices.
If he’d known what was awaiting him here, he might not have been able to hold back as long as he had. Spreading her legs further, her soft cry echoing in his mind, he lowered his head.