Part of him wanted to taste and savor what he'd uncovered, but he had a stronger need to unwrap the rest.
Sinking his fingers into the waistband of her slacks, he tugged them down an inch.
Sabrina's hands fisted the pillow beneath her head.
He revealed another inch and saw her bite her lower lip.
Fuck.
He leaned forward to kiss the expanse between her navel and the spot where her pants clung so low on her hips.
“Hurry,” she breathed, rolling her pelvis.
For as hot as he was for her, he was taking his sweet time. He knew that. Savoring was more important than fucking. At least right now.
She might wake up tomorrow and decide that this was all a monstrous mistake. If this was the only shot he ever had, he wasn't going to miss.
He might not have been as crack shot of a sniper as Teo, but he knew how to calibrate his shot. He knew how to set an explosion that would rock the very earth.
With Sabrina in his cross-hairs, he was going to make sure he set off an explosion she would never forget.
Maybe he was full of himself, but as he pulled her pants the rest of the way down, he wanted to make sure that when she was eighty years old and her memories were fading, that she still remembered this night.
7
Sabrina held her breath as David looked up the length of her body. He held her gaze as he tossed her pants over his shoulder. He didn't let the connection wane as he kissed the inside of her left knee.
A shiver coasted up her thighs. His lips followed suit.
She exhaled as he blew a warm breath against her wet folds. Motionless, he stared into her eyes, almost as if he was waiting for her to squirm.
Or beg.
Was he the type? Did he like to hear his women beg and plead?
If so, he'd be rewarded, because she was more than halfway there.
She needed his hands on her.
In her.
She wanted to feel his ultimate possession more than she wanted her next breath.
He slid those large, work roughened hands beneath her hips and lifted her to his waiting mouth.
“Oh my God...” The whisper was pulled from her lips and she let her head drop back.
Tightening her grip on the pillow, she planted a foot on each side of his shoulders and thrust against his lips. He teased her just long enough that she missed his tongue when he pulled back.
But then he was back, spearing her.
A strangled cry tore from her lips and she turned her head to the side, hiding her eyes, blotting out the world. All she could do was feel. Everything, every nerve ending began and ended with him. The world melted away except for his moan of ecstasy.
Oh my... he was moaning with his mouth full...of her.
She let out a moan of her own.
His strong hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he feasted between her thighs.
Those talented lips drove her wild, up the mountain. Desire coiled tighter and tighter behind her belly button. She reached out for her climax, ready to latch hold with both hands.
David pulled away and stood. She heard the bed shift beneath him and her eyes popped open as she panted for air.
“What are y—”
“Relax sweetheart.”
That deep voice was her undoing. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored it. He'd never had any endearment for her other than her nickname. The fact that he'd called her sweetheart, twice, was such a novelty.
Did he know how much she craved that? The pet names? His deep voice? Did he know what it did to her when he ordered her around?
He was so sweet about it. Sweet but firm, like the juiciest Georgia peach.
Heaven help her.
She heard the distinct snag of a zipper and her eyes popped open. She did not want to miss this unveiling. No sir.
Button popped, fly down, she saw that the happy trail of dark hair dipped beneath his hips into the V of his jeans. Gracious, he was built like a tank. Broad and wide and—
He pushed his jeans down.
Thick.
Long, tall, and big all over.
Sabrina swallowed hard.
“Everything okay?”
Her brows rose.
“Just trying to figure out how you're gonna make that fit.”
He laughed again, and her heart soared. Damn, she'd missed that sound. She knew that now. Bone deep missed the sound of his laugh, and the way she felt all glowy and proud when she was the one to make him laugh.
“I'll make sure you're ready.”
“I thought I was,” she said dryly.
She didn't take her eyes off his cock as he knelt on the foot of the bed. The soft, well-worn blanket cradled her, soothing her suddenly jumpy nerves.
The thick shaft pointed straight at her and the head turned a deeper shade of purple.
“Keep looking at him like that and it's gonna make it hard for me to go slow.”
“Hard, huh?” She snickered at her own pun.
“Woman.”
“Yes?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
He hooked a hand beneath her knees and jerked her down the bed until her bottom touched his thighs. She was completely open to him, totally exposed.
Sabrina waited for the self-consciousness to take over. Any second now and she'd want to turn away, hide that one pesky dimple on the inside of her left thigh. Surely this wasn't the most flattering position she'd ever been in.
But the feeling never came. It helped that David drew lazy circles against her skin with his thumbs and that his eyes took her in, one inch at a time. His jaw clenched, and his belly rippled.
He was holding back.
When his cock bobbed in what she presumed was frustration, she reached for him.
His hand shot out, closing around her wrist. “Don't.”
“Why not?”
“Told you. Been a while.”
So he'd said.
Couldn't have been as long as her. Once she'd found out about Jakob's drug abuse, all desire had left her. She’d helped him through rehab, picking up the pieces of his life, and then she’d moved
