Page 58 of The Pilot

Harper’s breath sped up. Was he doing what she thought he was? When he took hold of her underwear and raised a brow at her, as if asking permission, she couldn’t do anything but nod.

As he peeled her underwear over her hips and down her legs, Harper felt herself blush once more. His head was between her legs, and she’d never had a man as enthralled with her body as Linc seemed to be. In fact, she’d never had a man go down on her. She wasn’t sure if she’d like it or not. It seemed way too intimate.

Of course, she’d given blow jobs in the past, all men seemed to crave those, but none of her scant few lovers had wanted to reciprocate. She’d suck them until they were hard, then they’d fuck.

But Linc didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry.

She squirmed a little. “Linc?” she asked, sounding unsure—and hating it.

“Hmmm?” he asked, his tone distracted.

“You don’t have to . . .” she started, as she tried to pull him back up her body.

He didn’t budge, but he looked up at her. “Don’t have to? Of course I don’t. But if I don’t taste you in the next ten seconds, I think I’ll die. I’ve wanted to be right where I am now for longer than I care to admit. One of my favorite things in the world is going down on a woman. Do you not enjoy it?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

He frowned. “You don’t know?”

“No one has ever . . .” Her voice trailed off again. She was almost forty—it was embarrassing to admit that she’d never experienced what he was about to do.

Linc looked shocked for a moment, then he grinned. “Seriously? I get to be your first? I’ve never been anyone’s first before.”

Harper opened her mouth to say something—she wasn’t sure what—but the words died in her throat when his head lowered and his mouth got to work.

He licked, he sucked, he nibbled. He did a lot of what he’d done to her nipples, but it felt so much better between her legs. And when he took her clit between his lips and alternated sucking hard and flicking the small bundle of nerves with his tongue, Harper thought she was going to fly out of her skin.

Good Lord, his touch felt so much better than her fingers! And way better than the hard plastic of the vibrators she used.

She couldn’t stay still. She bucked up against him, and he had to grab hold of her hips so he could keep his mouth on her. Harper would’ve been embarrassed at how much she squirmed and trembled, but she was beyond that now. Was too lost in the pleasure Linc was giving her.

He moved so he had one hand pressing on her belly, his elbow and arm holding her leg open and down, and with his other hand, he pressed a finger inside her as he sucked on her clit.

Harper squeaked, and her other leg flew up, her foot finding purchase on the mattress as she attempted to inch away, get respite from the too-intense feelings he was evoking inside her. But in the next second she was pressing against his mouth, wanting him to flick her clit faster.

He added another finger and began to gently fuck her as he feasted. Harper could see and feel how wet she was. Linc’s entire five-o’clock shadow was drenched in her juices. She was on the verge of an orgasm—a big one.

And Linc wasn’t backing off. He was bringing her higher and higher. It was frightening. Too overwhelming.

“Linc,” she protested, “too much!”

But she didn’t think he heard her. He wasn’t the kind of man to ignore a woman when she wasn’t sure about something. Especially her, not after knowing her history. Her voice got stuck in her throat when he lifted his head and used his thumb to roughly caress her clit, harder and faster than his tongue had been able to manage.

“Come for me, Harp. Give it to me. All of it. I want it. I want to see you fly.”

She couldn’t do anything but obey. Not with his fingers caressing her from the inside, his thumb moving faster than she could track on her clit, and his gaze glued to her soaking-wet folds where his fingers were fucking her, as he probably imagined his cock would be soon.

Every muscle in her body went taut, her ass came up off the bed, and she froze for a split second on the precipice.

Then she flew over the edge. It was scary as hell—and freeing. She’d never felt such all-consuming pleasure. Black spots obscured her vision and she closed her eyes, frantically grabbing onto Linc’s shoulders so she wouldn’t fly away.

When she began to come back down to earth, she felt as if she’d run a marathon. Her heart was beating out of her chest, she was sweaty, but she felt a rush of endorphins like she’d never experienced before. But instead of feeling exhausted, as if she could sleep for hours, like she’d heard other women describe, she was ready for more. Needed it. Needed Linc.

Her eyes opened, and she saw him still between her legs.

As if he’d been waiting for her to look at him, he lowered his head, still holding her gaze, and ran his tongue between her pussy lips, licking up the juices there.

“Fucking delicious.”