Antonia’s eyes widened at the sight of his wolfish smile. She knew what his smile implied and it alarmed her. Derek had only tried that once and had given up when it had done nothing for her. She was convinced that she just didn’t get any satisfaction from a man’s mouth. When Antonia found her voice, she was apologetic. “I don’t think that’s ever worked.”

“Then he didn’t do it right,” he said, tracing a lazy trail along her thigh with his finger. His tongue followed the path, sucking the plump flesh closer to her apex. She drew a sharp breath as she watched him. “Talking isn’t the only thing an Irishman’s mouth is good for.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his lusty wit. He was talking her right into her own satisfying experience. “Challenge accepted,” she said.

“Excellent,” Aiden said, raising himself to push her back against the tabletop. He leaned over her while she lay on her back, pushing the hem of her dress up to her chest. He stared into her eyes as he ran his hands down her bare belly and pulled her panties down her thighs. The slickness from her own fluids felt cool against her swollen cleft. She held her breath and closed her eyes when his fingertips grazed her mound. It was the softest touch, feathery light and quick. She opened her eyes and saw him appraising her hungrily. “Beautiful,” he said simply and leaned over her to plant another kiss on her lower belly. She quivered as his lips left her.

Antonia wanted him so badly, she could scarcely breathe. His kisses went lower, slowly and deliberately, as though her pleasure hinged on his pace. Perhaps it did, she didn’t know for sure. His hot breath fluttered against her already sensitive folds, sending a tingling sensation to her core. When his mouth closed over her, Antonia gasped. His tongue mimicked her movements from earlier, but with much more creativity. With his fingers, he delicately spread open her soft flesh, lapping along her inner lips, taking care not to touch her clitoris just yet. Antonia was wet and desperate, squirming against his mouth, her breath was ragged as tears came to her eyes. Aiden wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and held her firm against the table. She was locked against his mouth, going delirious with his titillating tongue.

He continued his focused ministrations, methodically circling her opening before plunging his tongue inside, in and out, in rapid succession. Antonia’s back arched away from the table as she moaned in ecstasy. He dragged his flattened tongue up and down, before circling and diving back into her. She reached down and raked her fingers through his thick hair, pulling his face against her. While he licked her, his own hand left her hips and snaked its way up her belly and to her breast. He squeezed and fondled her as he finally put her out of her misery. When he turned his attention to her most sensitive spot, her body seized. Antonia’s head thrashed side to side and she lifted her hips to meet his tongue. She released a low, trembling moan as she came. Her walls spasmed and jerked, sending a crashing wave of euphoria over her body. She tightened her thighs around him and rocked her hips until the violent rapture passed. When her body finally fell limp, she sighed contently.