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Her eyes flicked up to meet his burning gaze. “What?” she whispered.
“The way you’re looking at me right now makes it fucking hard not to embarrass myself in front of you like a fumbling teenager.”
Heat curled in her core, and she dug her fingers in the sheets. “I was just thinking about how I imagined putting my mouth on you while you pleasured yourself.”
A sound from him that was half growl, half painful grunt. He stroked his cock, his eyes hooded with lust. “Exactly what I was picturing.”
She took a slow, measured breath. “What if I want to now?”
For a heartbeat, he stared at her, his jaw turning hard, the muscles in his torso going rigid. Her bones melted, her blood turned to liquid fire, need throbbed in her still sensitive intimate flesh, and her lips tingled with the urge to sample the heat of his shaft…but she waited for his signal.
With one hand still wrapped around his cock, he raised his other one and crooked a finger at her in the universal come hither gesture.
Ready, so very ready, she crawled over to the edge of the mattress, knelt, and sat on her feet, while he lazily pumped up and down his erection. When she wanted to replace his hand with hers, he tsked and shook his head.
“Keep your hands on the bed.” A hoarse whisper, a dare.
An illicit thrill buzzed through her. Well, now… Sunny, lighthearted Basil had a darker side to him, and a deliciously filthy one at that. Who would have guessed? He always seemed so easygoing, not the type to take charge in bed. Then again, wasn’t there a human saying that you should watch out for the quiet ones, and that still waters run deep? Not that Basil was the strong, silent type, but from what she’d learned about him, he didn’t behave like the aggressive leader in his daily life.
Except, apparently, when it came to sex.
The knowledge shot tingles of excitement through her…seeing a side of him he didn’t normally show, knowing he was willing to share it with her.
Bittersweet pain followed in its wake. I won’t get to share it for very long. She pushed the thought away—quickly and vehemently—lest Basil see even a flicker of it on her face. She didn’t want to taint this moment, didn’t want the shadow of her impending fate to chill the heat of their passion.
Yes, she didn’t have much time with him. Which was why she needed, needed, to savor every second, take whatever she could get.
With those maudlin feelings banished to the stone-cold corners of her heart, she sent him a sensual grin. Slowly, deliberately, she placed her hands on the mattress. She leaned forward, and he met her halfway, brushing the head of his cock over her parted lips.
Looking up at his face, she darted her tongue out, flicked it along the vein leading up to the broad tip. His features tightened, then gentled in response to her touch, his multi-hued brown eyes glittering behind half-lowered lids while he watched her.
The enjoyment and desire on his face mirrored her own, and it drove her arousal even higher. She opened her mouth around the head of his erection, but didn’t lean further forward to swallow it, instead curled the tip of her tongue to tease the underside of his shaft with slow licks, as if coaxing him deeper into her mouth. Still holding his gaze, she cocked one eyebrow in a dare of her own.
I see your wickedness, her gesture said. And I raise it with mine.
Understanding flashed across his face, and with a rough exhale, he tangled one hand in her hair, holding her head in place while he thrust into her mouth, tentatively at first. When she hummed her agreement against the heat of his cock, gave him the tiniest nod, he pumped faster, harder, though he kept a few fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as a bumper to make sure he wouldn’t ram deep enough to choke her.
The low, hoarse moan that broke free from him was so erotic, she had to clench her thighs together hard to counter the pressure building in her core. She wanted to see him lose it again, as he’d done in the shower, because of her—only this time not just imagining it, but knowing. Feeling. Making it happen.
She sucked him while he thrust into her mouth, knowing the pressure of it would drive him closer to his climax. His breaths turned to pants, and he closed his eyes, all his muscles so tight he resembled the finest sculpture, like a marble manifestation of sexual ecstasy. His orgasm shuddered along those magnificent lines of his body, his features slackening with bliss. She swallowed all he had to give, savoring his taste. His pumping slowed, his fingers in her hair relaxed their grip, stroked her head, then down to her cheek as he withdrew.
She leaned into his touch on her face, looked up at him, anticipation prickling along her nerves. His expression hovered somewhere between awe, satisfaction, and voracious hunger. His breath still ragged, he shucked his pants, then followed her as she scooted back on the bed.
“There are so many things I want to do with you,” he murmured, “so many ways I want to take you and see you shatter with pleasure, I don’t even know which one to pick next.”
“Hm.” She lay back, pulled him with her over her body, looped her hands around his neck and tugged him down to her mouth. “How about one of those kisses that are so slow and thorough and focused, they make me go insane with how much I want you?”
“Oh?” he asked with feigned innocence. “I do that to you?”
She cupped his face with both hands, her heart going quiet. “That and so much more,” she whispered.
With a soft, tender gleam in his eyes, he brushed his lips over hers in the sweetest caress. “Isa.”
Her breath hitched, and the words tumbled out of her. “I love you.”
There. She said it, had bared herself to him as she’d never done to anyone else. And even sensing the depth of his feelings for her, in spite of all the signs of affection he’d shown her so far, her heart still hesitated with instinctive, irrational fear, anticipating a rejection.
But Basil had ceased breathing, as if his heart, too, had paused in its rhythm. He released a shuddering breath, laid his forehead against hers, his hand trembling as he stroked her cheek. “I love you, Isa of Stone.”
