She shivered again. “That feels good.”

Moistening his bottom lip with his tongue, he drew a lazy figure eight on her clit, then crawled between her legs and forcibly pushed them apart, as far as they could go.

Mia moaned the second his lips pressed against her pu**y. Her breathing quickened, slender hips lifting and straining for contact.

Jackson gave her slit a long, thorough lick, then dipped his tongue in the moisture pooling at her entrance. Her sweet taste drew a low groan of approval from his throat.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. “I’m never leaving this bedroom, Mia. I’m gonna stay here between your thighs for the rest of my frickin’ life.”

Her soft laughter echoed in the room. “You won’t hear any complaints from me, sugar.”

Heart pounding like a jackhammer, he explored her pu**y with his tongue. Licked the delicate lips, then pulled them open with his fingers so he could suckle on her clit. Her moans egged him on, her restless writhing made him chuckle with satisfaction. He hadn’t been lying—he wanted to lick her up from now ’til eternity.

“You’re scarily good at this,” she said hoarsely.

When he flicked his tongue over her clit, she let out a groan that vibrated against his lips. He promptly increased the tempo, tonguing her hard as his hand drifted to her opening. He pushed two fingers inside her hot channel and was rewarded with a cry of delight.

Lord, he wanted her to come all over his face. Wanted to taste her passion and hear her scream his name. But he paced himself, alternating between soft licks and incessant suckling, the slow glide of one finger and the deep thrust of two. On and on it went, a gentle tease followed by a sensual assault, until Mia’s legs began to scissor on the mattress.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, attempting to push his face closer, which only made him raise his head.

“No! Don’t stop!”

She sounded so devastated he couldn’t help a seductive laugh. “You wanna come, huh?”

“Yes, damn it!”

He licked his lips, which were coated with her juices, then sat up and moved to the head of the bed. Mia watched him in a haze of confusion as he got comfortable on his back.

“Are you kidding me?” she demanded.

“C’mere,” he said roughly, reaching for her. “I want you to sit on my face and come all over it.”

“Oh,” she squeaked.

“C’mon, sugar, don’t keep me waiting. I want your pu**y.”

“Do people know how dirty you are?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Do they know that the gentleman thing is a total act?”

“Why, Mia, I am a gentleman.” He peered up at her with an evil grin. “But I’m also a dirty motherfucker who wants you to rub your cunt all over his face. Got a problem with that?”

Her eyes went so wide he found himself laughing again, but the sound died in his throat when she positioned her knees on either side of his face and gave him exactly what he wanted.

His tongue wasted no time devouring her. Mia braced her hands on the headboard as he resumed his oral ambush, moving her hips and taking everything he had to offer.

Jackson’s c**k throbbed painfully, but he ignored it. Instead, he focused on the woman who was currently riding his face like a carnival ride. He loved every f**kin’ second of it. Mia’s husky moans, her swollen clit beneath his tongue, her wetness coating his chin.

“Oh my God…oh f**k…oh…ohhhh.”

The orgasm rocked her body and soaked his lips, and he lapped her up like a cat, so turned on he could barely breathe. Each time she shuddered, his c**k twitched and his balls tingled, and by the time her moans ebbed and her body stilled, he was so dangerously close to shooting his load that he had to think about baseball and carpeting for a full frickin’ minute in order to stave off the release.

Not long after, Mia slid off and collapsed beside him, letting out a contented purr that revved his engine all over again.

“You’re my hero,” she mumbled. “My mother-effing hero, Jackson.”

“Glad I could be of service.” He sat up with a grin. “Now what do you say we go out to the living room and order that pizza?”

Mia stared at him for a moment.

And then she flipped out.

“Are you f**king kidding me?”

As Jackson continued to grin at her, Mia wondered if she’d somehow wound up on another planet. A planet where men got you nice and primed with a mind-blowing orgasm and then refused to have sex with you.

She didn’t miss the irony of it, either. She was the one who usually needed convincing, the one who reluctantly followed her lover into the bedroom and then ran her grocery list over in her head the entire time. But with Jackson, she was always begging for it.

Craving it.

And how could she not? The man was a sex god. He summoned orgasms out of her like a snake charmer luring a cobra from a box. The mere sight of him turned her on. Especially now, in all his bare-chested glory.

His torso was carved out of stone, for Pete’s sake. Sleek and defined, with hard pecs, a dusting of dark hair, and the tightest six-pack on Earth. Actually, make that a twelve-pack. She’d never seen abs with that many damn ripples.

“Seriously,” she grumbled. “Why aren’t you getting naked and having your way with me?”

His hesitation generated a spark of confusion.

“Why?” she pressed.

After a beat, he raked a hand through his brown hair and sighed. “I’m trying to take things slow. I don’t want to…”