He made quick work of his shirt, then stepped out of his shoes and socks. At the same time, she unfastened her dress and stepped out of it.

His gaze locked on her body. She smiled and half turned.

“Look. I’m wearing a thong. I never have before. It’s not very comfortable, but—”

He lunged for her, grabbed her around the waist, then turned her and gently bit her on the curve of her rear. When he straightened, he kissed her on the mouth.

As she moved her tongue against his, she reached behind herself, unfastened her bra and tossed it away. His hands settled on her breasts, cupping the curves even as he moved his thumbs against her hard nipples.

Fire shot through her. She had to stop kissing him to take it all in. Every stroke was like magic, teasing her into a higher state of arousal as the feelings in her breasts traveled directly to her clit.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, meeting his dark gaze. “Keep doing that.”

He smiled. “I can make it better.”

“Not possible.”

He nudged her toward the bed. “Go lie down.”

She did as he requested. He stepped out of his jeans but left his briefs in place, which was very disappointing. But before she could complain, he joined her. After lightly kissing her lips, he shifted so he could take one of her nipples in his mouth.

The warm heat and gentle friction was incredible, she thought, letting her eyes sink closed. Better than that, even. He moved his tongue across her nipple, then sucked deeply. Pleasure shot through her, causing her to arch up toward him. He repeated the action on her other breast, sucking harder and deeper, making her whimper and beg.

She felt his hand on her thong and realized he wanted to take it off. She helped him, even though it meant not doing the breast thing anymore. But before she could complain, he moved between her legs.

“Hold yourself open,” he told her, guiding her hands to the edges of her labia and parting the flesh.

She did as he requested, then watched as he lowered himself to the bed and gave her an intimate, openmouthed kiss right on her clit.

Nothing had prepared her for the sensation of his tongue on her. Not her fingers or the vibrators or the books or anything. It was indescribable pleasure—all hot promise and teasing touch.

She dug her heels in the mattress and spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting to feel it all. He moved at a steady rhythm designed to send her over the edge and even though she wanted that, too, what he was doing felt too good for him to ever stop.

“Keith,” she breathed. “I can’t believe it. What are you doing to me?”