But this wasn’t going to be like the other night in the hotel.
He was going to make this last.
He closed his eyes, focused on the feel of her, the pebble-hardness of her nipple, the slick, sensitive nub of her clit, her silky skin.
She leaned against him, her hips moving in time to the motions of his hand, one of her hands holding onto his forearm for balance. “Malik.”
“I love how you say my name when you’re turned on.”
Her head fell back against his chest, her brow furrowed, her lips parted. “You’re sogoodat that.”
“At what? This?” He pinched her nipple, felt her tense. Then he ran his finger quickly back and forth over her clit. “Or this?”
All he got was a moan.
But he wanted more.
He pushed her up against the table, turned her to face him, kissed her hard and deep, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin, taking her breath into his lungs. She arched against him, her arms going around his neck, drawing him closer.
He lifted her off her feet, bore her back onto the table, then dropped to his knees, draping her knees over his shoulder. “I let you play. Now it’s my turn.”
He parted her, tasted her with a long, slow lick, her taste exploding on his tongue. Then he closed his mouth over her, suckling her clit, teasing it with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth.
She arched, moaned, her fingers sliding through his hair. “Malik.”
That sexy whisper again.
He found a rhythm, stayed with it, her clit swelling as he sucked, her breathing erratic, her body arching. He knew how to read her, knew she was close to coming. Oh, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
He stopped, brushed kisses over her inner thighs, grinning at her frustrated moan.
“Maliiiik!”
This time, he started with his fingers, sliding two deep inside her, stroking her, letting it build before taking her with his mouth again, her scent filling his head, her taste sliding down his throat until he was drunk on her.
Again, he brought her to the brink, and again, he stopped, letting her cool down, making her wait, his blood burning for her.
“You’re torturing me.”
He chuckled, went back to work on her, until she twisted and writhed, forcing him to pin her hips to the table with an arm. Still, he kept up the rhythm, her body tensing, her climax drawing near.
“Oh, yes!Fuck! Yes!”
For eighteen long months, he’d had to remember the sexy sound of those cries.
Now he was going to make her scream.
He sucked hard, thrust his fingers deep—and felt her shatter.
She bucked, cried out, arching off the table, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers.
He stayed with her, made it last, until she lay limp and breathless.
He stood, smiled to see that her eyes were still closed, the aftermath of bliss on her sweet face. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
* * *
Kristi feltMalik lower her to the bed and stretch out beside her. She looked into those intense dark eyes of his, his dilated pupils turning them almost black. She spread her legs for him, slid her fingers into his short hair, drew him down. “Kiss me.”