Page 29 of Forever a Thief

“Spread your legs, Savvy,” he commands in a low rasp. “Show me how wet you are.”

I shamelessly drop my legs open, and he lowers his head and licks up my slit. Ohmygod. My hips jerk off the bed, and he slides his hands under my ass, lifting and holding me firmly in place as he feasts on my pussy. Teasing licks and flicks of his tongue have me writhing and whimpering. When he adds his fingers, sliding them in and out, and starts sucking on my clit, I swear, I nearly black out. Squeezing my eyes shut, I give in to the intense sensations. For the first time in my life, I let go completely.

“Yes… Ohhh… God!” I can’t catch my breath, can’t think straight as he pushes me right to the edge. With a shudder, I cry out and soar into sweet eternity.

My orgasm leaves me shaking, and I melt into the feather-topped mattress. Completely satiated. Utterly spent. Thoroughly pleased by this thief of hearts.

The bed shifts as he stands up, and my eyes flutter open. I certainly don’t want to miss this. “Are you going to strip for me now?” I murmur, my gaze raking down his frame.

He pauses in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re quite the vixen, aren’t you?”

“Take it off,” I whisper. “Take it all off.”

He smirks. “Something in particular you’re so interested in seeing?” He slides it off, baring his impressive chest, and throws the shirt over a nearby chair.

“Yes.”

“What?” He unbuckles his belt, slowly slides it free and drops it on the floor. “What do you want to see so badly, Savannah?”

I lick my lips, mouth watering as he unbuttons his pants and slowly slides the zipper down. “How about your cock, Monsieur Laurent?”

My bold statement makes his eyebrows fly up. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol talking or if he just makes my sexy come out. Either way, I want to see the goods. Now.

Shifting onto my knees, I crawl over. “It’s not polite to make a lady wait,” I murmur, brushing my fingertips over his tight abs. Trailing them down the strip of dark hair to the elastic band of his black boxer briefs.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, his breathing turning harsh. I love that I can elicit this uncontrolled and passionate response from the always calm and cool Laurent. That I can make him come undone.

I slide a hand down past his waistband and wrap it around his hard cock. He jerks, his eyes rolling back in his head as I stroke and squeeze.

Another lovely French curse fills the air before he pulls away and yanks his briefs and slacks down in one fell swoop. This time, my eyes widen—because, good God, he’s impressive. Thick, long, uncut. Perfect.

Then he’s on top of me again, but this time we’re skin to skin, and it’s divine.

“I never want to make you wait, chérie.”

I hear a crinkle and see him toss the empty condom package. I didn’t even notice him grab it. He’s fast with his hands, but I’m hardly surprised considering his occupation.

As he settles between my thighs, I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him inside. But he holds back, teasing me with just the wide tip of his cock. Dragging it through my wet folds. Driving me insane until I’m practically begging him to fuck me.

“Please, Laurent.” I’ve never been so desperate for a man in my life.

“Call me Rhys,” he growls and slams home.

Chapter Eleven: Laurent

Savannah lets out a husky cry, her hips surging up as I sink into her hot core. She’s tight and slick, and the way she’s squeezing around my cock is making me lose my damn mind. Gritting my teeth, I try to keep things slow, intent on drawing the experience out, but it’s a losing battle. Especially when she grabs my ass and tries to pull me deeper.

“Harder,” she grits out.

Yeah, I can do that. If Savvy wants hard and fast, you better believe I’m going to deliver.

Grabbing behind her knee, I bring her leg up to rest against my waist, tilting her hips just right. My other hand slips between our bodies and I strum her clit until she’s crying out my name.

And she’s saying Rhys.

I’m not sure what possessed me to tell her my first name—a name no one has used in decades—but I needed to hear her say it as she’s coming. For the first time in forever, I’m taking off the debonair mask and exposing my true self. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating. But it’s all for her.

“Get there, Savvy,” I rub faster, urging her to her release. “Look at me. I want to watch as you come on my cock.”