Page 46 of Lover Forbidden (The Black Dagger Brotherhood #23)

He hissed as she pulled the shirt away from herself, and then without missing a beat, she freed the clasp of her bra. As the cups snapped back and her bare breasts hit the cooler air, she felt her nipples tighten.

Dev’s jaw worked as he stared at her, the muscles in his thick neck flexing. “ Fuck …”

“We’re not stopping,” she said with a boldness that would have shocked her the night before.

As he rose up fully on his knees, he towered over her, and she speared her fingers into the hair at his nape, pulling him down so that his mouth was on her sternum.

He took things from there, kissing his way over to one of her nipples, brushing his lips over the peak before sucking her into his mouth.

The subtle pull made her cry out again, one knee coming up on the sofa cushions, her pelvis rolling with hunger.

Lifting her head, she looked down at him, the sight of his lips on her flesh and the hollow of his cheek moving as he worked her, shooting pleasure directly into her core.

And as if he knew exactly what she was hungry for, one of his hands traveled down to skate her hip and stroke the outside of her thigh.

And then the inside of it.

With shaking urgency, she went for the belt around her waist, and she was rough with the gold H buckle, tearing at it so that she could get at the button and the zipper of her pants—and when she made a fumbling mess with all that, he took things over with admirable aplomb.

The second the slacks were opened, his fingers slid inside, all the way inside, the confines pressing him tight against her—

She cried out his name as he stroked over her panties, the silky folds going into her own folds, the heat redoubling, the raw lust threatening her self-control as the friction ramped everything to a nuclear heat.

Meanwhile, up top, he was working on her other breast now, and his free hand was in her hair.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

Dev started stroking her in a rhythm and it was electric, the sensations overwhelming in the best way, her body jacking up off the couch as she worked her hips against him. The wet sucking on her breast, the tightened grip on her hair, the slippery heat between her legs—

The pleasure snapped deep inside her core, and as the release tackled her, it was the best thing she had ever felt.

Talk about magic. And she only wanted more.

Slapping a grip on his wrist, she held him in place as she closed her legs on him. “Again…”

Holy…

Fuck .

Dev had lectured himself all the way over here to take it slow, and let her go. Take it slow, let her go. Take it—

Yeah, that was not how shit was going down.

As her husky demand for more hit the airwaves, a flush of pure erotic drive went all the way through him, and he knew he was in trouble.

His plan had been to get her on the sofa—because it kept his body away from her—and give her some pleasure because she was beautiful and he could sense her nervousness.

As long as he focused on her and what she was feeling, and limited contact with his dumb handle, he figured he had a good chance at keeping himself controlled.

And things had been going well—at least at the shirt-part start of it all.

But fuck him all the way back to the Stone Age, the instant she’d released that bra of hers, and he’d seen for real what he’d only imagined? Then tasted her, rolling her nipple around under his tongue, feeling her arch into him?

And add in… what he was doing to her now?

Well, things had taken on a momentum of their own.

Glancing down past her breasts, the image of his wrist disappearing into her open pants, coupled with the feel of her slick heat on his fingers through what had to be silk? How could he slow things down.

He was about to come himself—and that was even before she orgasmed against his hand and wanted—

“More,” she groaned as she speared into his hair and held him to her breast.

“You want it,” he said against her skin. “I’ll give it to you.”

Dev straightened, and she protested as his lips left her nipple and he retracted his hand, but when he stroked down her legs and stretched them out on the couch, her hazy, sexy eyes clung to him. Looping a hold into her waistband, he slowly pulled her pants down.

Boots.

She had short-stack boots on.

Shifting to her feet, he made fast work of her laces, and then the treads were off along with her jeans and her socks—

“Jesus, even your feet are perfect.”

He started at her ankles, sweeping his palms up the insides of her legs. When he got to her knees, he parted them—annnnnd had to take a little breather. The sight of her pink silk panties wedged into her core undid him to such an extent, he had to pause to lower his head and think of…

Well, anything else than what he was about to do.

Too bad he didn’t actually know a goddamn thing about golf.

“What’s wrong,” she whispered.

“You’re… I can’t even think.”

“Then take a page out of my book—and don’t. Just feel.”

Dev felt a sound rise out of his chest and vibrate up his throat. As whatever the fuck it was breached his lips, he was very sure he’d never heard anything like it come out of him before.

“Oh, I’m feeling something,” he muttered.

Stretching her leg up, he urged the other out to the side so her foot slipped off the sofa and landed on the nice wall-to-wall carpeting.

As he went down, he reminded himself that good things come to those who wait—so he did what he could to linger with his lips on the inside of her thigh, only inching upward while every part of him just wanted to dive right in on her.

Bringing his hands to the lace piping on the panties’ top edge, he started to pull them—

With a smooth move, Lyric sat up and shoved the things down at the same time, yanking the undies under her ass.

He groaned as she lay back down, that shirt of hers still on her shoulders but fallen completely free of her breasts, her bra cups down by her sides, now her panties halfway to her knees.

And hey, he could help with that last one. He took them the rest of the way.

And then just stared at the glistening core of her.

There was absolutely no going back. He spread her wide and led with his tongue, licking upward—

As she cried out, her spine jacked up and her breasts splayed out, her nipples taut and beautiful as the flesh bounced.

With her blond hair falling to the floor, and her lithe body undulating with sexual need, she was the single most compelling thing he’d ever seen—and then there was the knowledge that he had done this to her. She wanted… him .

The feeling was more than mutual, he thought as he went in her sex again.

She was hot and wet, and he made her wetter as he worshipped her exactly where she deserved to be treated so well.

And he knew she was getting close to another orgasm by the way she panted and strained, her hands gripping the cushions under her, one of the throw pillows flipping off the arm of the couch.

He watched it all, looking over her belly, and between her breasts that moved to the beat of her rapid breaths. He couldn’t see anything of her face. She had her head craned back, only the graceful rise of her chin showing, but her throat was as gorgeous as the rest of her.

Dev kept going, even after she came for him, right against his fucking face.

He loved the taste of her.

And the sounds she made.

Actually, he could do all of this for an eternity…