Pas de Deux: Part Two (A Cross and Pointe Novel Book 2) by Wynter S.K.

not ready to go...all the way there with you. Not—not now.”
    A little of the tension in his face that made his brow furrow and his jaw clench relaxed, and one corner of his mouth turned up.
    “I'll wait for you.” His voice was soft in the darkness, soft and sweet in way that made her reconsider for one instant. “However long it takes. Like I said—you tell me what you want, and I won't do anything but that.”
    “I want...” Sammi's face heated up feverishly hot, and she was grateful for the darkness. “I want you to kiss me.”
    He leaned down and his lips were soft and unhurried against hers, coaxing her mouth into a slow, deep rhythm that rebuilt the little fire that began way down low in her belly. The next time his fingers brushed the button of her shorts, she nodded against his cheek.
    “It's okay.”
    Cillian slowly undid the button before pulling the zipper down. He paused again, gauging her reaction, before sliding them down over her hips and off her legs. Her heart pounded an erratic rhythm of nervousness and excitement; he'd never undressed her before.
    He tossed her shorts gently to the side and leaned over her again, teasing her lips apart with his tongue. Sammi pressed up on her elbows to meet him, kissing him back deeply. He balanced his weight on one hand while the other slid underneath her shirt, over the cup of her bra as his lips moved to her neck.
    Sammi tilted her head back and shut her eyes, feeling his lips move lower. They paused in the hollow of her throat before moving down her chest. He pushed her shirt up to her ribs and moved his mouth to the skin of her belly, kissing a soft line over each set of ribs before moving down to her navel. She froze.
    Cillian lifted his head and met her eyes again, hooking his fingers into the sides of her lace bikinis and inching them down her hips, keeping his movements slow and deliberate.
    “This okay?” he whispered, kissing each of her knees.
    She nodded once, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tightened every muscle in her body to keep from shivering. He'd touched her twice, but somehow, being completely bare to him was different. And intimidating.
    “You trust me?” The corner of his mouth lifted as he kissed her knee again.
    Sammi swallowed hard. “Yes.”
    He pulled her panties all the way down her legs and carefully nudged them apart, his fingers skating lightly up her shins, over her knees, up her thighs.
    “Lay down.”
    She leaned back slowly, staring up at her ceiling in the darkness, unable to hold back the tremors when his breath ghosted over her skin. Part of her wanted to get off the bed and run. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop.
    Before she could say a word, his lips brushed the inside of first one thigh, then the other. For an instant there was nothing else except his warm breath, and then, in a sensation that made her almost leap off the bed, the tip of his tongue slowly moved up the velvety soft, thick flesh of her core, parting her, before his lips gently latched around the tiny bundle of nerves at the top.
    Holy. Fucking. Shit.
    Sammi let out a sharp gasp, gripping the covers. Immediately, Cillian stopped.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah.” It came out in one heated breath.
    “Want me to stop?” The alarm in his voice was gone, replaced by a gentle teasing note.
    “Please don't...”
    “Please don't, what?”
    “Don't stop!”
    Sammi bit her lip as the warmth and silky wetness of his lips and tongue returned to the aching place between her thighs, her eyes involuntarily rolling back in her head as pleasure consumed her. His mouth slowly devoured her flesh as though he were enjoying a decadent, lusciously sweet dessert.
    She couldn't contain a soft moan when his tongue slipped inside her, pulsing gently as he tasted her from the inside. Her hips writhed against his mouth and he held onto them, letting out a low, heated chuckle.
    “You're squirmin'.”
    The heat of his breath sent ripples over her flesh as the