By the time I’m standing bare before him, his hands are gripping the arms of his chair so tight that his knuckles are white. His throat bobs with the force of his swallow, and his eyes devour me. But like I’m his possession. Not like I’m an object to be claimed, but like I’m a revelation, his miracle.

“Kerry…” My name leaves his lips like a prayer.

I take one slow step forward, then another, and then I’m straddling him, my bare skin pressed against the heat of his body, my knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips.

I am bare, and I’ve never felt safer.

His hands hover over me, hesitantly.

“Touch me, Vic,” I whisper. “Make me feel everything.”

His hands come to life, claiming and worshiping me all at once. But he doesn’t hurry or rush. Every touch is deliberate, a silent promise that he’s here, that he sees me, that he’ll take his time.

With a slow, careful motion, he lifts me, shifting me onto the seat, spreading me out before him like something sacred. He slowly drags his lips down my body, placing a lingering kiss just above my navel.

And then he kneels.

My pulse stutters, and my breath catches as his broad shoulders part my legs, and he settles between my thighs. He hasn’t even touched me yet, but my entire body is on fire.

I shudder at the skim of his lips on my inner thigh. “You smell like heaven.” Vic’s voice is pure sin, deep and reverent. He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my skin. His stubble scrapes, his lips soothe, and his breath teases.

And when he looks up at me with dark, hooded eyes, I swear I nearly come undone.

“Still nervous?” He asks.

Walls completely down, I nod. My voice is barely above a whisper when I confess, “I’ve never come this way. It may take a while or not happen at all.”

His lips curl into a confident smile. He drags his lips higher, so close, so unbearably close. “That’s only because you’ve never had me between your legs.”

Finally, his mouth claims me, and his tongue…oh, God, his tongue is skilled, long, and sinfully fast.

He licks me from bottom to top, savoring every inch, tasting me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. I gasp, my back arching as heat explodes through my pussy.

He groans against me, deep and gritty with his fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me closer, burying his face between my legs, feeding like a man starved.

“Oh, my—”