“If you didn’t have a bionic tongue, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“You like my tongue, huh?” He started kissing her neck, which tickled, and they rolled around, kissing and laughing, obliterating her embarrassment.

And then his mouth covered hers, turning all that laughter into insatiable passion. He buried his hands in her hair, taking their kisses deeper, their bodies grinding together. She ached for more, and hungry sounds climbed up her throat. He trapped her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently, sending shivers of delight rippling through her.

His eyes bored into her. “I’m going to make you feel so damn good, baby.”

“Yes” came out greedily.

He slithered down her body, tasting and kissing. Her pulse raced, anticipation pounding through her as he spread his hands on her lower belly, and his thumbs moved in a hypnotizing rhythm on either side of her sex. She curled her fingers into the sheets as he lavished her with tantalizing kisses all around her center. Her eyes closed, every touch of his lips taking her higher, drawing a gasp of exhilaration.

“I love kissing you, tasting you,” he said between kisses. He moved his thumbs outward and licked beside her sex, making her squirm with desire. “I cannot wait to devour you.”

The hunger in his voice and his dirty talk had her lifting her hips, craving his promises. When he sealed his mouth over her inner thigh and sucked, lightning scorched through her. “Oh God…”

She felt his hot breath between her legs and clamped her mouth shut, fisting her hands tighter in the sheets and pressing her butt deeper into the mattress to keep from embarrassing herself again. His tongue slid along the sacred place that yearned for him, sending fire racing through her core. An unstoppable moan parted her lips, and he did it again and again, stroking and sucking, sending all her fail-safes out the window, but not his. As she arched and moaned, trying to lift her hips, he held them down. She loved that he was taking care of both of them.

“That’s my girl.” He eased his grip and said, “Enjoy me, baby. Let yourself go.”

He slid his fingers inside her and did something magnificent with his mouth at the same time, electrifying her entire body. He continued zeroing in on all her needy spots, taking her on a wild roller-coaster ride of sensations, wreaking havoc with her ability to think. Blood pounded through her veins, tingles clawed up her limbs, and heat ignited in her core. She felt a tantalizing tug low in her belly, as if her insides were trying to reach him, and her toes curled under. She could barely breathe, had never felt anything like this before.

“Come for me, baby,” he said roughly.

His fingers moved quicker, and his mouth covered that mind-blowing bundle of nerves, devouring her so rough and scintillating, her heels dug into the mattress and pleasure crashed over her, tearing indiscernible sounds from her lungs. He didn’t relent, mercilessly devouring her, sending her up, up, up until she shattered into a million pieces, and “Quincy—” flew desperately from her lips.