Page 66 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

His stomach muscles clenched. "Don't tease."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll return the favour. Keep you on the edge for hours. Won't let you come until you're crying for it."

The threat made her clench around nothing. But she didn't yield.

She extended her tongue and licked a slow circle around the head. Just once. Barely a taste.

"More," he demanded.

She licked again. Same pace. Same maddening lightness.

"Florence."

"Patience."

"I don't have any. Take me in your mouth."

She took just the tip between her lips. Sucked gently. Swirled her tongue across the sensitive underside.

His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, resting there. His fingers stroked through her hair.

"Deeper."

She took another inch. Then pulled back slowly, lips dragging along his length.

"Christ." His breath hissed out. "More. I know you can take more."

She could. But instead, she released him entirely and pressed a kiss to his hip bone.

"Florence—"

"Hush."

She kissed across his stomach. Along the cut of muscle at his hip. Down to his inner thigh. Everywhere but where he wanted her.

His cock twitched against his belly, neglected and desperate.

"You're killing me."

"Am I?"

"Put your mouth back on me." His voice had dropped lower. Rougher. "Now."

She looked up at him through her lashes. "Ask nicely."

"I don't ask nicely."

"Then I won’t oblige nicely."

His eyes narrowed, then his jaw worked. She could see the war playing out behind his eyes. Pride versus need, dominance versus desire.

"Please." The word came out rough. Almost rusty. "Please put your mouth on me."

"Better."

She took him deep.