She fisted her hands in the blanket as he licked and teased, until her body relaxed and she was moaning and rocking, begging for more. He suddenly, desperately needed to see her face. He pulled her up to her feet rougher than he meant to, taking her in a mind-numbing kiss. She kissed him back like she wanted to live in his mouth, and fuck, he wanted to live in hers. He lowered her to the bed, took off her heels and tossed them to the floor as he moved between her legs. Perched on his knees, he had the view of a lifetime despite the bruises, his girl willing and wanting beneath him, her hair fanned out around her beautiful face. But it was the trust in her eyes that made his insides go soft and his cock grow impossibly harder.

He dragged his hand along her wetness, covering his hand with her arousal, and gave himself a few tight strokes. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby girl.”

She reached for his cock, and he grabbed her hand, holding it against her belly as he lowered himself between her legs and took her clit between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue. Her hips bucked, and she touched his head with her free hand. He grabbed that wrist, moving it to her belly with the other, and held them both with one of his hands as he feasted on her. He took and gave and took some more, until she writhed and moaned and cried out his name as she came. That glorious sound tugged at him.

Sweet Jesus, this woman would be his undoing.

As she came down from the peak, panting and shaking, he crawled up her body, slowing to suck her nipple into his mouth, rubbing his hard length against her wetness. Fuck that felt good. He reclaimed her mouth, kissing her rough and greedy, and she was just as eager, clawing at his shoulders. He pinned her hands beside her head, feasting on her luscious mouth. Desire mounted inside him, pounding its way to the surface, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He drew back, reeling from the emotions swimming in her eyes—filling the fucking room—so thick he could drown in them.

“My turn,” she said so sweetly, it stole his breath.

He wanted to crawl over her and drive his cock down her throat, but his heart wouldn’t let him, not with those bruises on her back. “As much as I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, it’s going to have to wait. I need to be inside you.”

A seductive smile curved her lips.