One Night of Scandal Page 33

“Yeah?” She’d never paid much attention to her br**sts, either. If she were being honest, she was much prouder of her ass.

“Oh yeah,” he rumbled, flicking his tongue over her nipple. “These br**sts deserve to be worshipped.”

“Hmmm. Then maybe you need to quit talking so much and start worshipping.”

His head lifted, one dark eyebrow propping up. “You really want me to shut up, Darce? ‘Cause it seems to me that you totally get off when I talk dirty to you.”

She pretended to think it over. “I guess I don’t mind some conversation. As long as you shut up every now and then and put that filthy mouth to good use.”

“Like this, you mean?” He drew her other nipple in his mouth and sucked so hard she cried out.

“God. Yes. Just like that.”

Darcy clasped the back of his head to keep him in place, wiggling her lower body against his erection. Each soft lick and deep pull on her ni**les intensified the ache in her core, and when Reed brought one hand to the juncture of her thighs, she knew he could feel just how wet his torturous ministrations had gotten her.

His lips released her nipple with a pop as he raised his head again. “Is this all for me?” he taunted, sliding two fingers into the moisture pooling at her opening.

She made a breathy sound. “Yes.”

“How bad do you want my tongue down here?” His thumb slipped over her clit, stroking it lightly. “Tell me.”

“So bad,” she choked out. “So frickin’ bad.”

His chuckle was downright evil. “You want me to lick your pu**y again? Like I did when you were sprawled on your desk, totally at my mercy?”

“Yes.”

She hadn’t thought it was possible to be this turned on. Her body actually hurt from the sharp prickles of need piercing her skin and the incessant rush of blood flow to her swollen clit.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” Reed drawled, one hand lazily caressing her br**sts while the other traced teeny circles over her clit. “Every time I see you I imagine burying my face between your legs. I picture you coming on my tongue.”

“Do it. Please,” Darcy pleaded.

She expected a mocking response, maybe even a denial, just because he seemed to enjoy tormenting her. But he simply hummed in approval and dragged his long, powerful body down to the end of the couch, his face inches from her core.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “Let me see every inch of you.”

She shamelessly did as he asked, offering him an indecent view. The intensity of his gaze made her pulse kick up a notch. So did the way he licked his lips, as if he were staring at a juicy feast he couldn’t wait to devour.

The first swipe of his tongue was enough to send her eyes rolling to the top of her head. It was so damn good she could already feel the base of her spine tingling from impending orgasm.

Reed gave her another thorough lick, then another, nice and slow and so very sweet. She appreciated that he started off that way. Didn’t apply too much pressure. Drew out her pleasure with the featherlight strokes of his tongue. This was a man who knew what he was doing, who gauged her responses and adjusted his technique based on each soft moan that left her mouth, each delighted gasp and sharp tug of her fingers in his hair.

“I…” Darcy fought for air. “I’m too close. I need…I need your mouth on my clit.”

Groaning, he gave her exactly what she wanted. The moment he sucked, the pressure detonated in an orgasm that rocked her body and fragmented her mind. Darcy cried out when he slipped a finger inside her, pumping it in her wet channel to milk every last bit of pleasure out of her.

Her eyelids fluttered open once she’d crashed back to earth, and rather than feel lethargic or limp like she usually did after coming, every nerve ending in her body crackled to life and triggered a burst of energy that shot her up into a sitting position.

She jabbed a finger at him. “Get on your back. Now.”

Humor danced in his eyes. “Someone’s a little bossy.”

“A lot bossy,” she corrected. Her gaze landed on the erection jutting from his groin. “As of this moment, I’m in charge. So get on your back.”

Jeez, where were these brazen orders coming from? She wasn’t quite sure what had spurred them. All she knew was that she needed to explore every inch of this man’s body. Make him come apart, the same way he made her come apart.

Reed didn’t seem to be complaining. With a crooked grin, he stretched out on the sofa. His muscles flexed enticingly as he propped his hands behind his head and offered an expectant look. “There. Is this submissive enough for you?”

Her eyes never left his cock, which was practically beckoning her to touch it. “Oh yeah. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

Darcy scooted lower and straddled his knees, leaning forward to flatten her palms on his chest. His pecs quivered beneath her touch, telling her that he wasn’t as relaxed as he was letting on.

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, then flashed him an impish smile. “You’re not the only one, by the way.”

His eyes narrowed. “The only one who what?”

“Who’s thought about this.” Her palm grazed his tight abs before finding his cock. She slowly curled her fingers around the thick shaft. “I’ve also pictured you coming on my tongue.”

Then she lowered her head and took him in her mouth.