“Love the way you taste, baby,” he told her between licks and nips. “Love these pretty breasts.” He palmed one and toyed with the tip, rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth over it in the way that drove her absolutely insane. He spent an exquisite amount of time on her breasts, lovingly tasting and caressing each mound, making sure to give each breast equal amounts of attention. When his mouth lingered too long on the left, he’d lift his head, blow lightly on the wet nipple, and then switch to the other side.

It was the most delicious kind of agony, and Becca was squirming, panting, and utterly lost by the time he began to kiss lower. She arched against him in silent suggestion, but he only put a hand on her belly and gently pushed her back down to the bed.

She made a sound of protest, her hands going to his hair, and she gave him a little push in the direction she wanted.

His teeth scraped at her bellybutton, and she felt him chuckle against her skin. “Pushy, pushy.”

“I need you,” she whispered. “I need you so badly.”

“I’m gonna give you everything,” he promised, kissing lower. “Don’t worry.”

Oh, she wasn’t worried. It was that hungry impatience that was driving her insane with need. Even so, she knew he’d make it good for her. Knew that by the time he was done, she’d be practically lifting off the bed with her orgasm. Knew that he’d make her come over and over again if that was what she wanted. He’d never rushed her. Not once, not ever.

But it was hard to slow down and enjoy the sensations when all she wanted was more, more, more. She was hungry for him—no, ravenous. And when his tongue dipped below the waist of her panties, a gasp broke from her. “Oh god, Hank.”

“Right here.” His breath fanned over her sex. “Not going anywhere. Not anytime soon. I promise.”

Becca moaned. She wanted him to go down on her, but she also wanted him deep inside, filling up all the spots that were clenching with an empty ache.

All the sounds she was making just seemed to slow him down, though. He took his sweet time toying with the waistband of her lacy panties, pressing hot kisses along her skin just above the band and then nipping at her through the fabric. His mouth went to one hip and then he slowly kissed his way back over to the other hip again, all while she undulated and rocked and whimpered as if she were dying.

Just when she was about to go mad, his rough fingers went to her waistband and he began to slowly tug it down.