Soon, his strong hands were supporting her hips, his mouth back on her stomach, teasing her with proximity and promises. He leaned back to look at her, and using his knee, nudged her legs apart. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet so powerful, with him on his knees looking at her as though she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest.
She cried out when he blew a puff of breath against the curls at her sex and her hands shot down to sink into his hair, whether to stop him or press him against her, she wasn’t sure.
The first stroke of his tongue against her flesh made a cry break from her throat. The second parted her sex and dragged a groan from Warren.
“I’ll make you forget every man before me,” he said, his voice fierce, as he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder.
Her fingers tightened reflexively in his hair as he bent his head back to her sex. She jerked at the feeling of his tongue on her clitoris.
“This. I’ve never—” She broke off, unable to continue, yet wanting to tell him that for her, this was more than just physical.
Warren groaned against her soft flesh, his hands tightening reflexively on her hips. That she’d let him, when she’d let no other? He stroked his tongue over her sex, savoring her taste, one that only he knew. No other would.
Determined to make sure she wouldn’t regret her decision, he laved the tight little bud of nerves that was the center of her pleasure. She’d begun to pant, sharp cries escaping her throat as he sucked on her clitoris.
He never wanted this to end, but he’d lose control long before. Though he wanted to yank his trousers off and thrust himself inside her until she screamed his name at her orgasm, she was too delicate from her injury. This would have to be enough.
And it was. More than. With her swollen flesh beneath his mouth and her ass gripped tightly in his palms, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Wanting to taste more of her, he thrust his tongue into her tight entrance. She cried out, the sound making his cock jerk against the confines of his trousers.
“You’ll come for me, lassie,” he said against her pussy. She moaned in response, arching her hips against his mouth.
“Warren.” She gasped. “I want you—” She cried out when he sucked gently on her clitoris. “—inside me!”
He groaned. His cock ached for it, throbbing for want of her. But this wasn’t about him. And she felt so damn good against his mouth that there was no loss.
He stroked her entrance with his fingertips, the feel of her a drug against the sensitive tips. Gently, he pushed a finger inside of her.
“So… perfect.” He groaned as her flesh clasped him. She rocked against him, her hands tightening deliciously in his hair.
“Warren!” Her voice was breathless, caught on a tide of need. She was close, so close, and he wanted to feel her pleasure.
“Aye, lassie. I know what you need,” he said against her flesh. He added another finger and fucked her with them, marveling at the silken wetness of her. She’d grip his shaft so perfectly, her wet heat clenching around him until his seed burst from him. The mere thought had him bucking his hips, desperate for release.
Control it. This was about her.
Her thighs trembled as her orgasm approached. He reached up to support her, pressing a hand against her chest. He could sense the need building within her, coiling and tightening as it was within him. She was close, he knew it as well as he knew how much she needed it. How much he needed it.
He needed to feel the orgasm wash over her. The one that he gave her.
“You’re going to come for me, lassie, so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
She cried out when his mouth closed over her pussy again, his tongue stroking her clitoris. He glanced up, mouth still on her, to see her lithe form arch off the wall as she clenched around his fingers.
The sight of her, the feel of her, the closeness, tore the orgasm from him, so hard and shocking that his mind went blank. He dropped his head and shuddered at her feet as a vortex of pleasure racked him, so unexpected, so perfect.
When his body calmed, and hers did too, he sat back gasping, staring at his knees. He’d lost himself in her, grown too close. Dangerously so. Terrifyingly so. He’d thought he could play this game, that he could give her pleasure and hold himself back. How wrong he’d been. He’d been so damn close to breaking his vow of celibacy—and hadn’t cared at all.
He surged to his feet. Panic clawed at him, made him back away from Esha. On the wave of panic came a bout of nausea so fierce that he felt his face twist, and his knees almost buckled. His muscles spasmed.
Damn Aurora.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Esha sagged against the wall, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. That had been amazing. Warren had been amazing. After everything he’d said to her, he actually liked her enough to…
She caught sight of his face. He’d backed away from her and stood in the center of the room, wearing a look of such disgust that it hit her in the gut like a fist. He looked at her as though she held a cobra.