Bending forward, she exhaled over the crown, warm air tormenting the sensitive skin. Then she did it again along the sides, her mouth close but not coming into contact yet. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t blink. The tops of her breasts pushed against her corset and peeked out from her chemise, tantalizing him with each rise and fall of her chest. He fisted his hands and fought to remain still, to keep from lifting her up, throwing her down on the couch and having his wicked way with her.

Soft kisses rained along the length. Her lips were gentle, adoring every inch of his cock, and he knew he’d never forget the sight as long as he lived. She was driving him utterly insane . . . and he loved it.

When he could take no more, he told her, “Grip the base in your hand and lick the head. All around, especially underneath.”

She followed his instructions perfectly, her pink tongue swirling over the head, and he had to lock his thigh muscles to keep from thrusting into her mouth. The urge to come lingered at the base of his spine, but it was embarrassingly soon, so he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. When the flat of her tongue swept over the sensitive underside, he gasped. Encouraged, she did it again.

“That’s it,” he crooned, his lids still closed. “Now, suck. Slide me inside that warm heaven and squeeze your hand.”

He couldn’t watch for fear of spending too soon, but he could feel, and the first time he coasted past her lips and onto her tongue was sheer bliss. Groaning, he pounded the door with his fist. Do not come yet. For fuck’s sake, get it together, Kit.

She repeated the movement, bobbing up and down without him telling her to, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Without realizing it, he’d cupped the top of her head with his hand, his hips pumping slightly—until he went too far and caused her to gag.

Horrified, he pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he said, panting for breath. “I lost my mind for a minute there.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Her eyes were glassy and dark, her lips swollen, and she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Kit wanted to eat her alive.

“Get on the sofa,” he ordered.

“Why?” Her brows pinched together. “Did you dislike what I was doing?”

“I was a second or two away from coming in your mouth, that’s how much I disliked it. But I’d rather not scare you, so get on the sofa.”

“It won’t scare me. I’m curious to see it.”

Perhaps, but he had other activities in mind at the moment. “On the sofa, Alice. Right now.”