“Not yet. I want to get my fill of you, tasting every inch of your skin, sinking my tongue between your thighs, and making your come all over my lips before I even sink my dick inside your tight pussy.” All of that. That’s what he wanted.

There was something delicious seeing Shelby undone like this, moaning beneath him on the rug and rubbing herself against him as he rolled and pulled her nipples with just the right amount of tension to elicit little moans of pleasure from her. Her fingernails dug into his ass and she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs, holding him hard against her—as if there was any other place he wanted to be.

Swirling his tongue around her extended nipple, he pressed against her damp center. Fuck. This was going to kill him. He’d come in his joggers if he didn’t give his aching cock a time-out. While coming with Shelby would be good, coming inside her and feeling her tighten around him would be so much better. So he untangled himself from her legs and slid lower down her body, sliding her yoga pants over her hips as he went lower. Then he sat back on his heels and looked at the woman spread out before him.

“God, you’re beautiful. I could look at you all night.”

She glided her hand over her body, over her tits, down her flat stomach, and through the tight ebony curls between her thighs. The house could explode around them and he wouldn’t have been able to look away from her at this moment—something her knowing chuckle acknowledged. It took some effort, but he tore his gaze away from her pussy and back to her face.

“Yes, I’m definitely getting warmer, but I’m pretty sure I can get even hotter.”

“Is that a challenge from that snarky mouth of yours?” And his was dry at the moment. There was only so much a man could take, watching this little performance of hers.

She reached out to him, her fingers finding the elastic waistband of his pants. “You could always give me something else to taste.”

“Soon, but you’re too pretty not to taste,” he said, barely recognizing his own voice in the words of a man skating the edge of desperation.

Following his fingers, he dipped his head between her legs and traced his tongue down her center, relishing her responsive moan. It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted to feel her come. He spread her wide open with his fingers and devoted every bit of his fractured concentration to making her break apart. Licking, sucking, teasing, sliding one and then two fingers deep inside her, he drove her higher and higher until her thighs were quaking.

“Ian,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”