Page 37 of Desperate Games

I drop to my knees in front of her like a man in worship.

She gasps when my tongue finds her nipple, already tight and begging for my mouth.

My hands curve around her waist, palms splaying over her hips as I pull her closer. She sucks in a breath, but I squeeze harder.

I love the soft curves of her body, and I want no pretense between us.

Her fingers tangle in my hair and tug, and the sound she makes when I suck harder?

It’s a goddamn symphony.

“Remy,” she moans my name, and my cock is so hard it’s trying to punch a hole through my pants.

“Still good, Baby?” I ask, looking up at her, lips slick from her skin.

She nods, eyes wide, pupils blown and dazed. “Better than good.”

That’s all I need.

She shrugs off her bra the rest of the way, and I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and tug them down, trailing kisses from her navel to the soft skin of her inner thighs as I go.

She kicks them off, standing in nothing but a lace thong, dripping with want, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

“You’re trembling,” I murmur, brushing my thumbs over the crease where her thigh meets her hip.

“You’re staring.”

“Damn right I am.”

I lean in, breathing hot against her panties.

“You know how long I’ve thought about this?”

Her hand cups the back of my head.

“Yeah?” She grins.

Sexy little siren.

“Well, stop thinking, Big Guy, and show me.”

I rip the lace aside, and I dive right in.

My tongue finds her center, and she’s—fuck, she’s so wet. Soaked. And all for me.

“Andy,” I groan her name as I start to feast.

Because how could I not?

Long, languorous licks from asshole to clit, I push her down on the sofa, spreading her legs wide, never giving up my position as I suck and lick my fill of her.

She’s dripping down her thighs now, whimpering sweetly as I slide my tongue through her folds and latch onto the spot that makes her buck.

She tastes like need.

Like heat and honey, and sweet cherry pie.

I eat her like a starving man—because I am one.