Free To the Brink by Cindy Gerard Page A

delved deep inside of her, stroking, finessing, finding the most exquisitely sensitive places.
     
    "Um," she sighed, and moved against his hand, loving the feel of his wet mouth playing with her nipple, the slight stubble of his cheek abrading the soft tissue of her breast, the skill of his hand where he caressed her.
     
    He rose above her, his eyes dark and dangerous as he knelt between her legs. With his hands on her knees, he eased her thighs apart. "I want to look at you. I need to look at you."
     
    She'd never felt so exposed. Or so vulnerable. Or so totally, wholly sexual.
     
    "You're so pretty. So pink. And so slick and wet," he whispered, watching where he touched her, then watching her face as he told her what he wanted to do to her.
     
    Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily around his fingers as she imagined his mouth there where he said he wanted to make love to her.
     
    She'd never known. Never experienced the true meaning of craving—for one man's hands, one man's mouth, one man's body—until Ethan taught her the extreme measure of the word.
     
    And the pleasure ... My ... God. So much pleasure as he slid off the end of the bed and dragged her by her hips to the edge. His face was intense and dark, intent on complete possession as he knelt on the floor and draped her legs over his shoulders.
     
    "I'm going to take you so high," he promised, his warm breath feathering over her clitoris before he made a first, lingering sweep with his tongue. "So high."
     
    He was selfless. He was relentless as he made good on his promise. And he was single-mindedly, ruthlessly thorough.
     
    She gripped the sheets at her hips and simply drowned in the exquisitely carnal indulgence of his mouth making love to her. Gentle, then aggressive. Giving, then greedy.
     
    She came with a cry and a burst of raw, electric sensation. And when he slowly brought her down with gentle nuzzling, settling kisses against that part of her that he'd made the center of her universe, she didn't even try to stall a groan.
     
    "My ... God," she managed on a trembling breath.
     
    His dark eyes were soft with laughter and lust and a smug male expression that told her he was pleased with his results as he gazed up the length of her body. Whispering soft kisses against her pubis, he nuzzled between her legs as if he couldn't get enough of the taste and the scent of her wasted on sex and decimated by his devotion to ruining her.
     
    With a final kiss to her belly, he stood, then, burying a knee into the mattress, lifted and shifted her until he slid her back up the bed with her head on the pillows.
     
    Lord, he was beautiful. She'd been right. Beneath his dress uniform, he was all lean muscle and carved sinew. And the proud erection that jutted toward her was irrefutable proof that he was far from finished with her.
     
    He stretched out on top of her, suited up again, slipped inside of her, and with long, deep strokes and lush, lazy glides took her on another incredible ride.
     
    No ten-second wonder, this time. He made sure he drew out the process, extended the pleasure that she'd thought he'd already wrung out to the very last drop. She'd thought wrong.
     
    Huge and thick and hard, he plunged into her again and again. She clung to him as he burrowed his big hands beneath her hips and tipped her up and against him for better contact. And she felt herself shooting for the top again.
     
    Her heartbeat rioted out of control; her blood pooled and throbbed at the miraculous spot where they joined until, with a final, deep thrust, he pushed her over the brink and into oblivion.
     
    Good. It... was ... so ... good.
     
    "So, how you doing?" he asked several long moments later as he lay beside her, his head propped on one hand, gently caressing her breast with the other.
     
    "I'm... urn ... can I think about that for an hour? Maybe two?"
     
    She felt as much as heard the rich rumble of his chuckle against her side. "I take it you're well on