Miranda gasped, unprepared for the erotic assault, unable to do much more than hold on for the ride. His tongue plunged into her mouth without invitation, so greedy, so dominant, each hungry thrust making her moan with abandon.
The kiss grew hotter and hotter, their tongues dueling and breaths mingling. She laid both palms flat on his chest, steadying herself, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her hands. The evidence of his excitement only heightened her own.
Her eyelids fluttered open when Seth abruptly broke the kiss.
“C’mere, baby, let’s show you what you’ve been missing these past seven years,” he drawled.
Before she could blink, he’d flipped her onto her back. He lay next to her on his side, propped up on an elbow, his free hand closing over her breast. A zing of arousal bounced from her chest right down to her sex.
“I love these tits,” he murmured as he squeezed one, then the other. “I’ve been fantasizing about them for months.”
His seductive touch made her shiver. “You have?”
“Mmm-hmmm. I’ve jacked off while thinking of them. Several times.”
Heat jolted through her. “Really?”
Chuckling, he feathered his thumb over one nipple, toying with the rigid bud. “Why do you sound so surprised? I thought I made it pretty f**king clear how much I wanted you.”
“You did. I just…I didn’t think you…um, thought about me once you left the club. Out of sight, out of mind, you know?”
He gave a firm shake of the head. “You’re always on my mind, Miranda. Always.”
Her breath caught, her pulse speeding up. She would’ve liked to hear more about his fantasies, but apparently Seth was done talking because he swiftly lowered his head and captured her nipple between his lips.
Miranda jerked as if she’d been electrocuted. Oh God. His mouth was so warm, his tongue wet and insistent as he flicked it over her nipple with absolute precision. If she hadn’t been lying down, she would’ve keeled over. Pleasure rippled through her, pulsing in her br**sts and vibrating between her legs.
“Feel good?”
She moaned her approval.
“What about this? Does this feel good too?”
He purposefully trailed his hand down her stomach and over the dark curls of her mound, found her clit and drew a lazy figure eight over it with his index finger.
Miranda almost passed out the second he touched that sensitive nub. Her hips lifted, seeking more contact, her thighs parting of their own volition.
Seth idly rubbed her clit, his gray eyes fixed on her face as if he were assessing her responses. She watched him watch her, but her eyes couldn’t stay focused for long. His delicious ministrations were too distracting.
When he pushed one finger inside her, she cried out, stunned by the shock waves that rocked her body.
Seth immediately stilled, concern crossing his face.
“No, keep going,” she pleaded. “Please. It’s good. It’s so good.”
Pure male arrogance lit up those stormy silver eyes. “Not nearly as good as it could be.”
Before she could question him, he was gone, his big, muscular body all the way at the foot of the bed. He gripped her thighs, holding them open as he brought his face to her pu**y and gave it a soft kiss.
She came.
She honest-to-God came from that one featherlight kiss to her clit, from the feel of his hot breath on her damp folds.
Crying out in shocked pleasure, Miranda squeezed her eyes shut while the orgasm ripped through her. Her toes curled, thighs trembled, pulse raced. The climax didn’t last long, just a burst of hot agony and intense bliss, fading as quickly as it arose.
When she opened her eyes, she found Seth looking up at her with unrestrained amusement.
“Can I get started now?” he asked dryly. “Or are you going to spontaneously orgasm again?”
Miranda let out a wheezy laugh, still stunned by the unexpected release that had hit her without warning. “Seven years, baby. What did you think would happen?”
His answering laugh, low and husky, made her feel all tingly again. But it was his tongue that transformed the tingling into a wave of exquisite excitement that seized her lower body. He licked her slowly, gently, as if he had all the time in the world. Kissed, swirled, teased. Flattened his tongue and swiped it over her clit, then fastened his mouth on that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, his happy groan pulsating in her tender flesh.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he muttered. “I could lick you up for hours.”
He rubbed his lips over her clit, back and forth, back and forth, until she couldn’t take one more second of torment.
She dug her short fingernails into his shoulders, keeping him in place, bringing him closer. His stubble abraded her inner thighs as he worshipped her pu**y. She knew she’d have red marks and beard burn all over her skin by the time this night ended, yet the idea of being marked by this man made her body ache even more.
It wasn’t long before the tension began to build again, tightening her muscles, speeding her heartbeat. While he tended to her clit, Seth used the tip of one finger to toy with her. He didn’t push that finger inside, no matter how many times she lifted her ass off the bed trying to deepen the contact. Each time she tried, he just moved the finger away, chuckling even as he continued to lave her clit with his tongue.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He laughed again, removing his mouth from her sex altogether and nuzzling her inner thigh with his stubble-covered cheek.