More Blazing Bedtime Stories: Once Upon a Mattress by Julie Leto, Leslie Kelly Page B

her digging her heels into the bed, arching toward his mouth.
    It was exquisite, intense, and waves of delight began swirling to the core of her. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her groin, and she bucked toward him. Each flick of his tongue took her higher, and she twined her hands in his thick hair, long and lustrous, soft against her bare skin.
    But she couldn’t hold him in place once he decided to move.
    That was okay. Because he moved down .
    “Oh, yes!”
    Lucas was pulling her skirt off her before his mouth ever reached her waist. He dipped his tongue lower, into the hollow above her pelvic bone. Pulling back, he studied the tattoo on her hip. “A serpent?”
    “Dragon,” she admitted.
    He shook his head. “That’s a poor excuse for a dragon. You’ve obviously never seen one.”
    She let out a half laugh, half groan. “Would you shut up? I’m trying to forget that you’re insane.”
    “I’m not insane.” He licked the dragon’s tail.
    “I’m reserving judgment.” She whimpered with pleasure. “Maybe you’ll like one of my other tattoos better.” She could think of one or two she’d like him to taste.
    He scraped his tongue lower, against the elastic waistband of her panties. “Where are they?”
    “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
    “I can hardly wait.”
    Holding her breath, she quivered as he ran his fingertips from her belly to her hip. He took her silky underwear along, too, exploring her with his mouth as he uncovered her.
    When he noticed the miniscule thatch of curls, he paused. She felt him laughing against her skin even before she heard the low, wicked chuckle. “You lied.”
    “I don’t use a razor,” she insisted.
    “My eyes, my mouth, my tongue, they all know better.”
    “It’s called a Brazilian….” The explanation died in her throat. He wasn’t listening, obviously didn’t need to hear about her latest visit to a waxing salon. His satisfied expression and slow, reverent kiss on the bare lips of her sex told her everything she needed to know about how much he liked it.
    “Oh, my,” she whispered.
    Slowly, with agonizing restraint, he began to explore her most intimate places. Lucas dipped his tongue deep to taste her body’s essence. Her hips jerked, but he held her still.
    “I like this,” he mumbled.
    “Ditto,” she gasped. She wriggled toward him, craving more, needing that warm tongue to scrape across her most sensitive spot, knowing that as soon as it did, she would probably fly into a million pieces.
    “I like it a lot.”
    She tried not to whimper. “Ditto a lot.”
    As he moved away and kissed the inside of her thighs, she heard another one of those evil, masculine chuckles and knew he was intentionally tormenting her.
    “Do it, Wolf!”
    He looked up at her with that white, gleaming smile. “Is that an order, Princess?”
    She gulped, but not from fear. His hands holding her hips were strong, but not punishing. His mouth was teasing, not cruel. He was bringing her to amazing heights, and she knew, instinctively, that he would never let her fall. Never.
    Her lips curling into a genuine grin, she whispered, “Let’s call it a request.”
    “I can hardly refuse a royal request.” His dark eyes gleamed, then he finally gave her what she needed.
    Flicking his tongue over her clit, he teased and pleasured her until her body shook in a powerful climax. Penny had never been a screamer, but the absolute perfection of it brought a high-pitched cry to her throat and she had to release it.
    He cut off the cry by covering her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, sharing the flavors of her own body. Penny wriggled beneath him, desperate to have him hot and naked against her. She didn’t know whose hands pulled his T-shirt off. She only knew that within a second, a hard male chest was pressed against hers.
    “Oh, Lucas,” she mumbled, staring at him, the breadth of him. She also noted the ruggedness—a few scars that hinted at a