Page 24 of Devoured By You
“Jesus, you taste like all my fantasies rolled into one. So good, Tilly. So fucking good.”
Pressure built in my abdomen. Not yet. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
Blay’s large hands clamped onto my thighs, splaying me wide open for him. “Christ, you’re wet. Come on my face. Come hard, baby.”
None of my previous boyfriends had been dirty talkers, and I’d never have thought I was the kind of girl who’d get turned on by it.
News flash: I was that kind of girl.
I exploded, the rush of endorphins and Blay’s talented tongue and filthy mouth tipping me over the edge into the sort of electric climax I wrote about in my novels but never expected to have. Twice now, this man had made me come so hard I’d almost lost consciousness for a moment or two.
The bed tilted, or maybe it was the ship on the ocean waves. Blay flipped me over, gripping my hips to pull me into a kneeling position. The rip of a condom packet gave me a few seconds to prepare myself.
The shrill ring of a phone interrupted us. Blay cursed loudly. He let it ring out. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, but as I pushed back and he thrust forward, the phone rang again.
“Motherfucker,” he muttered.
“It might be important.”
He leaned over me, pressing his lips to my shoulder blade. “As important as this? As important as you? Not to me, it isn’t.”
A thrill surged through me. “What if the ship’s on fire?”
“Let it burn.”
He didn’t mean a word of it, but the sentiment made me feel like a queen.
The phone rang a third time. I groaned, burying my face in a soft feather pillow. “Answer it. The damn thing’s ruining my buzz.”
A rough chuckle echoed through his chest. He leaned on me, pressing me into the mattress and rolling us onto our right-hand sides in a move far too skilled to be his first attempt. A sour taste flooded my mouth, and a fiery ball of jealousy lodged in my stomach. I almost laughed at the stupidity of it. Everyone had a past, although I had a hunch that Blay’s past was much raunchier than mine. Probably raunchier than most people’s, if his smooth move on the plane was a peek into his sex life.
“Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.” He thrust into me, balls deep, then stilled.
“What is it?” At first I thought he was talking to me, until he followed up with, “This had better be life or death.”
Oh. My. God. He’d answered the call while his cock was buried inside me. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop the burgeoning laugh that threatened to blow my cover. The man had no shame. His fingers played with my nipples, his erection pulsing inside me. I swallowed a moan.
“Oh, hell. Can’t you calm her down?”
I glanced over my shoulder. Blay blew me a kiss, then rolled his eyes. Whoever needed calming wasn’t worrying him, so it couldn’t be a catastrophe. His palm traveled over my abdomen and covered my mound, his middle finger flicking my clit. I anchored my second hand over my mouth and let my groan break free.
So good. So fucking good. Blay still hadn’t moved. The man had enviable self-control.
“Fuck’s sake. Fine. Tell her I’m on my way.”
He pulled out of me. Gripping my chin, he turned my head toward him and kissed my lips, hard. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I rolled over, biting down on my disappointment. “I’ll go. I can see you’re busy.”
“You’re going nowhere.” He arched a brow. “Do I have to handcuff you to the bed? Because I can and I will.”
A giggle tickled my throat. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Pulling off the condom, he tied a knot in it and disappeared into what I presumed was the bathroom. I lowered my head. Oh. He was only joking. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed to stand.
“I told you, Tilly, you’re going nowhere.”
I glanced behind me. Blay, cock still half-mast, was running the belt from a bathrobe through his fingers. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, his muscular thighs straddling my hips and rendering me unable to move.