Page 38 of Harbor

“No, I won’t,” Renzo said huskily, “I can promise you that. Not until you ask.”

So he thought.

She knew better.

She could fucking feel it right there.

Almost fucking there.

There was a single second—maybe two—before a woman orgasmed where she plateaued. Sensation fled like birds scattering into the sky, her senses honed in on the release that was about to ravage her body, and she sucked in a deep breath in preparation for that blissful feeling.

A single second or two where an orgasm could easily be lost if someone took away the thing that had brought her to that glorious place.

Renzo did just that. It was like he knew—like he could tell by the way her body tensed, and she sucked in her breath in preparation for the orgasm about to drag her under that she had hit her plateau.

And he stopped.

Moved his hands way too far away from her clit.

Just like that, Lucia’s orgasm was chased away. Her desperation at losing the bliss came out in a harsh noise that clawed its way out of her throat. Her disbelieving—and angry, probably—gaze drifted down to find the man smiling at her.

“Told you,” he said.

Arrogant.

Knowing.

Entirely too pleased.

“That’s called edging, you know,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her thigh before biting the same spot. His tongue flicked too, tasting her skin and the wetness his fingers left behind to her thigh after being on her sex. “How many times do you think I could edge you before you broke, Lucia?”

She couldn’t even talk.

Not that it mattered.

His fingers were back on her sex again—circling and stroking and driving her crazy. It took him even less time during the second round to get her back to that peak. And just like before, he pulled all the way back when she hit the point of no fucking return. He waited for her shaking to simmer before he was back at it again. The third time took a little bit longer to get to the plateau, but she blamed that on the fact he fingered her first, and then teased her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore.

That was all it took. Just three times edging her to the precipice, taking it away, and she was ready to beg.

“Please make me come with your mouth,” she said in a rush, almost fucking sobbing from having a third orgasm pulled away from her. Her hands had come up to grab the edge of the counter behind her, and she swore she was going to break her goddamn fingernails from squeezing it so hard. Renzo grinned in that way of his, and all she could do was whisper, “Please fuck me with your mouth, or I am going to die.”

“Dramatic.”

“And yet, not untrue. Hurry the fuck up.”

His palm slapped her inner thigh just hard enough to make her flinch, and then his face was buried between her thighs in the next blink. That mouth of his against her sex was something else. He didn’t intend to tease her at all, it seemed. He wasn’t going to make her climb higher and higher one slow, agonizing second at a time.

No, he just got to fucking business.

Fingers stuffed up her pussy, and his tongue driving against her clit in a steady beat that took the air right out of her lungs. Fuck the counter. She had to put her hands on him because she swore that if he moved away again, she was going to kill him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, and grabbed tight. Renzo stared up at her, a knowing glint reflecting back in his gaze.

She didn’t need to hear his voice to know what he was saying.

You want that?

You like that?

Gonna come for me?