Page 74 of Forty, Flirty & Framed

But tonight isn't about rushing.

It's about memorizing every detail of her.

The way her breath catches when I trace the curve of her collarbone.The small gasping laugh when my stubble tickles the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"You're very..."she begins, then loses her train of thought as I kneel before her.

"Methodical?"I suggest, pressing a kiss to her knee.

"I was going to say 'thorough,'" she manages."Though 'methodical' works too."

"I believe in being comprehensive."

The cabin hums around us—soft water lapping, the deep purr of engines, the whisper of the Fidelity cutting through the Sound.

But all I can hear is Karina's breathing.

All I can see is her, flushed and trembling in my bed, a vision of chaos and temptation in midnight blue lingerie and messy hair and bare, begging skin.

I palm the curve of her thigh, my thumb brushing that vulnerable spot where her leg meets her body, and she shudders—so fucking responsive it damn near undoes me.

"You're stunning like this," I murmur, voice rough."All spread out for me.So fucking wet already."

She tries to hide her face, but I catch her chin and tilt it up."Don't you dare get shy now, sweetheart.I want to see every second of how I wreck you."

A broken sound slips from her throat, equal parts want and need.

"Lie back," I order, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She obeys, heart pounding so hard I canseeit fluttering in her throat.I trail kisses down her belly, slow and deliberate, until I reach the edge of her panties.

I hook my fingers in the delicate fabric and pull them down agonizingly slow, baring her inch by inch.

She’s glistening for me, her thighs trembling.

"Fuck, Karina," I groan, staring like a man dying of thirst."You smell like heaven.You taste even better."

She whimpers, hips shifting instinctively toward my mouth.

"Patience," I rasp, kissing the inside of her knee."I'm going to make youbegfor it."

"I—" she starts to protest, but gasps when I nip her inner thigh.

"You’ll beg, sweetheart," I promise darkly."And when you come on my tongue, it'll be the only goddamn thing you can remember."

Her moan nearly breaks me.

I drag my mouth up her thigh, open-mouthed kisses, sharp little bites, until finally—finally—I press my mouth to her slick pussy.

She cries out, hips jerking upward, and I pin her to the mattress with my hands, spreading her thighs wider.

"That’s it," I growl against her."Take what you need.Rub that sweet cunt on my mouth if you want, sweetheart.Fuck yourself on my tongue."

Her breath comes in ragged little pants as I lick her in slow, filthy strokes, savoring every slick, salty-sweet taste of her.

I focus on her clit, slow circles at first, teasing, until she’s keening high and desperate, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging, anchoring me exactly where she needs me.

"You’re fucking perfect," I murmur into her."You know that?Every moan, every twitch.Mine, Karina.You’re fucking mine."