Page 80 of Trick or Tease

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Patience, sweetheart. I want to take my time with you.”

His hands slipped under my shirt, palms warm against my ribs as he slowly pushed the fabric up. I raised my arms to help him pull it over my head.

“God,” he breathed, his eyes dark as they roamed over me. “You’re perfect.”

I felt beautiful under his gaze, desired in a way that made my whole body hum with anticipation. He leaned down and kissed my nipple through the lace. The contrast between heat and rough lace sent shivers up and down my spine.

“I love the sounds you make,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth.

My knees nearly buckled at the sensation. I gripped his shoulders for support, my head falling back as he lavished attention on my breasts. He seemed content to stay there forever, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of his tongue that had me writhing against him.

“Your turn,” I said breathlessly, tugging at his shirt.

He straightened up long enough for me to pull the Henley over his head, revealing the broad chest and defined abs that had been driving me crazy all day. I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the muscles jump under my touch.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you chopping wood yesterday,” I admitted, pressing kisses along his collarbone.

“Is that so?” His voice was strained.

“Mmm-hmm. Very distracting.” I worked my way across his chest, tasting salt and something uniquely him. “I kept losing track of what I was supposed to be doing.”

His hands fisted in my hair as I continued my exploration. I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against me through our jeans. The knowledge that I was affecting him just as much as he was affecting me sent heat pooling low in my belly.

He backed me up against the wall, his body caging me in, and I could feel every hard plane of him pressed against me.

“Sabrina,” he groaned against my neck, his hips rocking forward involuntarily.

My fingers went to the button of his jeans. I was going to enjoy every inch of the man.

I worked the button free and slowly lowered his zipper, my eyes locked on his face. His breathing was ragged, his pupils dilated.

I was going to make it very difficult for him to walk away from me. I pushed his jeans down his hips, taking his boxers with them. He stepped out of them, completely bare before me in the flickering lantern light. My breath caught at the sight of him, aroused and ready.

My hand stroked over his hard length. He groaned and bucked his hips.

I sank to my knees on the dusty floor, looking up at him through my lashes. His jaw was clenched tight, his hands fisted at his sides like he was fighting for control.

“Sabrina,” he said roughly, his hands gripping my shoulders. “You don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to,” I interrupted. “I’ve been thinking about this all day too.”

His eyes closed and his head dropped back.

“Look at me,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around him.

His eyes snapped to mine, dark and intense. I held his gaze as I leaned forward. I ran my tongue over the head and then slowly down the entire length of him.

I could see him holding his breath.

I took him into my mouth, savoring the way his breath hissed out between his teeth as I pulled him all the way in. I relaxed my throat and sucked.

“Fuck,” he groaned, one hand coming up to tangle gently in my hair. “Sabrina.”

I took my time, exploring him with my tongue, learning what made him gasp and curse under his breath. His hips jerked forward involuntarily when I found a particularly sensitive spot. I smiled around him.

“You’re going to kill me,” he panted, his voice strained.

I pulled back just enough to speak. “That’s the idea.”