His Wicked Ways by Joanne Rock Page B

licked over her skin, lingering on the delicate flesh between her legs. Her hair twined seductively around her arms and shoulders as she writhed against the satin bedspread, all trace of self-consciousness sacrificed to consuming sexual need. Even her own hands felt like a lascivious indulgence as she cupped her breasts with greedy fingers.
    An animal-like growl hummed through the room, reverberating in her ears and trembling right through her skin as Alec watched. Stretching long, muscular arms up either side of her body, he finally planted himself between her legs, his breath teasing the plump flesh of her clit. Desire swelled inside her, the tingling of the hot liquid fading in comparison to the spiraling vortex of her own need.
    With his elbows he pushed her thighs wider, opening her to the swipe of his long, luscious tongue. The slick stroke nearly undid her. Or so she thought until he pushed that tongue inside her, swirling deeper until a climax crashed over her with wave after wave of heady sensation. Her womb rocked and contracted, feminine muscles trembling with lush response.
    She cried out in a combination of sexual frenzy and delight since she’d never even come close to an orgasm before, but holy hell, this was definitely it.
    She suspected the sensations might have ripped through her all night if Alec hadn’t gently steadied her hips and nudged his way inside her. And yet, amazingly, that felt even better. The thick, heavy weight of him inside her filled up all those empty places that seemed to cry out with need when she’d hit that erotic high note.
    This man…this awesome, amazing man she was supposed to have dragged into the police station…understood her body a hundred times better than she ever had. Vaguely frustrated with herself since she couldn’t offer him the same kind of experience in return, she settled for gripping his shoulders and holding on for the ride. Every woman deserved a chance to watch and learn, right? Or better yet, to feel and learn.
    “So good. So good. So amazingly good.” She chanted her pleasure in his ear, her whole body silently singing the same song as she clung to him.
    He slid away from her slightly, only to thrust deeper, his body discovering more and more of her every time. The scent of sex and cinnamon and patchouli drifted around her, giving her a sort of sex-high each time she inhaled.
    Fingers twining in his hair, she spread hungry kisses and gentle bites along his neck and down to his shoulder. The salty taste of him could have fed her for days. She could live on this.
    He stared down at her through the shadows, eyes glittering and intense before he gave her a crushing kiss that tasted like sex and candy.
    “Wrap your legs around me.” The harsh order rasped over her lips when he paused.
    Responding automatically, she locked her ankles behind him, clamping herself to him as he lifted her up and off the bed. His muscles bunched and stretched as he walked her over to a dresser by the window and shoved aside everything sitting on the surface. Knickknacks and trinkets clattered to the carpeted floor.
    The sound registered as little more than white noise to senses consumed with Alec. Thighs splayed on the polished ebony surface, she let her legs dangle against the drawers while her arms still looped about his neck. She’d barely found her balance when he nudged her closer to the edge, positioning her right where he wanted.
    She watched him shift her, his long, sinewy torso stationed in the narrow shaft of light from the hallway filtering through the door. The golden wash of color gave him a fantasy quality, heightening the sensation that the night was a seductive dream.
    Scoring her nails lightly over his back, she held on tight as he pushed deep inside her. Again. Pleasure rolled over her, the heat thick and fierce. The drawers rattled in their compartments, the wood banging lightly with every new thrust. Vanessa shook inside and out, body responding to the