Page 66 of Where the Wind Whispers

Violet sucked in a hard breath when Kaz tugged her shorts down her legs without warning, exposing her bare sex beneath. He chuckled at the sight of her naked, like he wasn’t even surprised that she hadn’t bothered with panties.

It wasn’t but a blink before his mouth was encasing her sex, his tongue striking with knowing precision between her folds to find her sensitive clit instantly.

Violet had been wrong.

She could make a sound louder than a whisper.

“Fuck … Kaz!”

Gray-blue eyes snapped up to find her, and his grin grew even more sinful as he repeated the motion, his tongue attacking her throbbing clit with enough force to make her legs shake and her knees weak. He had talent, this man. Something special about his mouth that made her fucking stupid in the head and ready to do just about anything he wanted to get more of it.

But in typical Kaz fashion, because he loved to make her beg when he teased her, he pulled back and slowed his assault just enough to make her orgasm wane when it was almost at its peak.

“You like that when I eat you, yes?” he asked, gaze never leaving hers as his fingers stroked her sex while his mouth hovered alongside her thigh. “Do you want my fingers stretching you out and filling you full while I eat you, Violet?”

Jesus.

Her eyes squeezed shut when two of his fingers thrust into her wet sex, a shiver rolling over her shoulders as pleasure coursed through her nerves.

Kaz’s free hand snapped hard against her inner thigh. “Don’t ever do that—you know what I want.”

Violet’s eyes flew open, finding him watching her, all of his arrogance back in a blink.

He wanted her to watch him.

He liked that—got off on it.

“Make me come,” she demanded. “I want to come. Eat me—fuck me. Make me come and then do it again.”

Kaz tipped his head to the side slightly. “You forgot something.”

Violet groaned low when his fingers found the right spot inside her pussy. He knew he’d found it too because, for a few unhurried, measured strokes, he let the tips of his fingers massage her G-spot.

“Please.” Violet sucked in a hard breath when the thrusts of his fingers came harder after she’d uttered that one single word he loved to hear coming from her lips. “Please, Kaz.”

He continued as if she hadn’t even said a thing. “And if you want me to make it really good, krasivaya, once I’ve gotten my fill of you in here, I’ll sit your pretty ass on the kitchen table after we’re done eating dinner, spread you open all over again, and get my fucking dessert, too.”

Fucking hell.

Yeah, she’d really missed this.

Him and his dirty words.

All those filthy promises.

Violet was quite literally aching for what Kaz was offering.

“Does that sound good?” he asked.

She nodded.

Kaz cocked an eyebrow at her non-verbal response, his tongue striking out to lap at her thigh before he said, “When has that ever gotten you what you wanted from me, Violet?”

Never.

Because he wanted words.

He needed her words.