I watched, muscles tightening low in my stomach, as he came at me from the foot of the bed. He started at my ankle, kissing and licking his way up my leg, lingering at the surprisingly sensitive spot behind my knee before continuing up my thigh. My breath was coming out in sort-of pants, and when he reached the crease of my thigh, he ran his tongue along the crease, creating a rush of dampness. Then he started all the way down on the other leg.

He made a sound against my inner thigh, like a purr, and then he nipped at the skin. My hands fisted the comforter and my hips rolled. Seth moved up, dropping those hot, wet kisses over my belly and then my breasts. His fingers and then his tongue moved on the hardened nipples, and it wasn’t long before I was grasping the back of his head, my body moving restlessly, wanting and seeking oh-so-much more.

“Seth,” I urged, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him down on me.

“I’m savoring.” He worked his way back down, his tongue dipping into my belly button. “Patience, Josie.”

I was breathing heavy. “I’m out of patience.”

He chuckled against the fluttering section just below my navel. “We’re going to have to work on that.”

“No,” I protested. “We do not need to work on that right now.”

Seth paused just over the space between my thighs and lifted his head. The slow grin that tugged at his lips sort of made me want to kiss him . . . and punch him. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

One brow rose as he curled a hand around my thigh, spreading my legs further. “Now, Josie, you know what they say.”

“I don’t care what anyone says right now.”

“You should. Good things come to those who wait.”

A laugh caught in my throat. “I’ve waited. You’ve waited. It’s time for the good things.”

Seth’s gaze dropped. “Damn. I so agree on that.”

He dipped his head and my back arched as a strangled cry erupted from my throat. Good gods, I couldn’t breathe as he teased and tasted, nipped and sucked. There was no room for thinking, only feeling, and with each thrust of his tongue, my body rose. Moans escaped me. Desire pounded through me, mixing with something far deeper. Emotion swelled in my chest, and when he lifted his head again and pierced me with those amber eyes, I knew there would never be anyone else for me.

“There has only been you,” I told him even as warmth splashed across my cheeks. “There will only be you, Seth.”

His features sharpened and then he surged over me, that hungry near-haunted gaze fixed on mine. I trembled as he reached for the condom. I ached as I watched him roll it on.