Friction (Red Hot Private Eye, Novella, Vol. 2) by Melanie Shawn Page B

nudge in either direction could cause her to tumble down that way.
    That small nudge came when Mateo sank to his knees beside her and began to press gentle kisses down her neck, nuzzling her, and then started using his tongue as well.
    It was simply too delicious to handle! She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. She could trust Mateo. She didn't have to maintain iron control around him. She understood this logically, and her instincts were telling her the same thing – trust this man. Let go. Just feel.
    She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feelings that were exploding through her body.
    By the time Mateo's mouth found her nipples, she was writhing and crying out in pleasure. She understood, on some basic level, that she was exploring new territory here, that she was about to climb to greater heights of pleasure than she had ever experienced, and that Mateo was the only person in the world who would ever be capable of bringing her there – not only because of his erotic skills, which were beyond impressive , but because he was the only person that she would ever trust enough to drop her guard and let herself go with – really let herself go.
    She was gasping and moaning by the time he began to move his mouth further down her belly, and she grasped the hair on the back of his head desperately, entwining her fingers, urging his hot mouth to explore further downward.
    Whether because he could sense her desperation or because he was experiencing a wave of desperation himself, Mateo quickened the pace and intensity with which he was moving down her body. She opened her eyes so she could watch the erotic journey. His tongue became more insistent as he traced little circles and curlicues across her belly in his circuitous trip downward.
    Finally, mercifully, he reached the slick and pulsing center of her desire. He gently, but firmly, pushed her legs further apart and gazed at her wet sex for a moment, breathing hard, before finally dipping his head and running his tongue all the way along the length of her wet slit. She moaned and arched her back.
    This was apparently all of the encouragement that he needed, and he moaned and engulfed her entirely with his mouth. He plunged two fingers into her as his tongue worked her pleasure button in small circles.
    Oh, God!
    It was so good, all so good – so much to take in, to experience, to let flow through her – she didn't know how much more she could take without slipping over the edge...which was what he wanted.
    But did she?
    She still didn't know.
    On the one hand, it would be so sweet, so wonderful, to slip off the bonds of control entirely, safe there with Mateo, and let him give her the ultimate pleasure – to come, knowing that he was the one who caused her to feel that sweet sensation.
    On the other hand – well, she'd just never done that in front of anyone before! It was something that she reserved for private moments, when there was no one there to witness her spiraling outside of consciousness, no one present while she was completely, entirely vulnerable.
    God.
    Vulnerability.
    Was that something she was capable of with Mateo?
    Oh, God!
    As his tongue continued to move against her sensitive nub, was she even going to have a choice?
    Raiza shook her head. An epiphany washed over her, and she came to an instant decision. She realized that, as much as her rules served to maintain her sanity, and as much as her rigid control served to help her feel safe in an out-of-control world, in some ways she was just as much of a prisoner to her need to control as she was served by it.
    If she couldn't decide when control was appropriate and when it was better to let it go, then she wasn't truly in control at all!
    She decided that, right here and right now, she was going to break the hold that her need to control everything had over her, and she was going to let go with Mateo. This was safe. He was safe. He had her best interests at heart; of this she had no