I peel my eyes open as the final waves of my climax ripple through me and see Lyle sitting back on his haunches with the most self-satisfied look on his handsome face. The cocky grin he’s got fixed on me says he doesn’t plan to let me live this down anytime soon. If ever.

He has every right to be pleased with himself—I certainly am—because he sure as hell just got me off on nipple play alone.

I can’t help but smile when he quirks a lone brow, soliciting some much-deserved praise.

“That was impressive.” I scrape my lower lip through my teeth while devouring him with an appreciative gaze. “I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t know the meaning of satisfaction yet…that was merely an appetizer.” His grin widens, and I damn near leap off the bed when he runs a finger through my slick folds. He brings the hand right in front of his face, swirling the moisture around between his thumb and forefinger before sucking them clean.

His throaty moan fills the quiet room. “Delicious.”

Heat spreads throughout my body as I watch him savor the evidence of my release like it’s some rare delicacy. Like it’s his lifeblood.

“I could eat you for every meal.” His eyes flutter to half-mast, the tip of his tongue slowly sweeping over his lips. I can hear his heart pounding, the steady beat resounding in my chest as he lowers his body to hover just above mine.

“Lyle,” I whimper, burning with the need for him to make good on that promise.

There is nothing hotter than the way this man loses himself so completely for me. He has no inhibitions. No filter. Just says and does whatever comes to mind, no holds barred. That type of honesty is refreshing, and I trust him implicitly. Enough to let down my walls and truly experience every second we’re together to its fullest.

Bracing his weight on one arm, he buries the fingers of the hand on the other into my hair as his lips begin their decent toward mine. Without pretense, his tongue plunges into my mouth, seeking and taking. There’s no masking his hunger. He kisses me hard and deep. Claiming me. Marking me. Ruining me.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Didn’t know such euphoria existed. And maybe prior to this moment it didn’t. This feeling. This fire…maybe it belongs to us alone.

“This mouth,” he groans, biting and tugging on my lower lip, sending my pulse soaring. “Is mine.”

“It’s yours.” Panting, I comb my hands through his hair as he scrapes his teeth along my jaw.

“Look at you…” His warm tongue skims along the column of my throat. “You’re shaking you want it so bad.”

I’m overwhelmed with emotion, nothing but sensation.

I can hardly breathe.