Free Let's Pretend (Romantic Comedy, Contemporary, Second Chance, Sensual) by Monique DeVere Page B

having to release his ministration on her breast. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he suckled her. She arched her back in a silent greedy plea for more.
    Her breaths were quick and shallow, and her head rubbed back and forth on the tan cotton sheet. “Luc...please...”
    He switched to the other breast, using the same slow, tortuous strokes of his tongue and nips of his teeth to keep her on the edge.
    “Tell me what you want, babe.” He travelled kisses in the valley between her breasts, inhaling Belle’s aphrodisiac scent before tracing a path down to her stomach. He kissed his way to her navel; firm muscle flexed beneath the soft skin—she was a delicious mixture of toned female and soft curves.
    She hesitated.
    “Say the words. Tell me you want me to make love to you.” He licked a slow trail back to her breasts. His intent stare locked with her slumberous gaze. “This is as far as we go until you say them, sweetheart.”
    She may have claimed to know what she was doing, but Luc knew Belle well enough to recognise that if she was sober, she’d run a couple miles in the opposite direction from him before she’d let him do this. Therefore, he needed to make sure one last time that this was what she wanted. And even if she’d used a bit of Dutch courage to get her to this point, he wasn’t going to let her accuse him of taking advantage of her in the morning.
    Her kiss-swollen lips parted, then closed; then she caught the bottom one between her even teeth.
    Stifling a groan, Luc resisted the urge to kiss her and waited. Say the words, honey, he urged in his mind. Just four little words—say them.
    Finally making the decision, she said, “Make love to me, Luc.”
      Okay, five words. And they were music to his ears!

10

    C aution clawed to the surface of Belle’s mind, but prudence had no place in this bed where her desires rose reckless and free, aided by the sexy nips of Luc’s teeth and lips over the responsive flesh of her inner thigh. She pushed caution away, and gave in to the sensation of Luc’s lovemaking.
    “Oh, Luc.” She lost count of the number of times she’d whispered his name during the last five minutes. Pure need blazed through her, turned her insides to mush, and made her breathless. He hadn’t yet kissed her where she wanted him most, and her desire to have him there grew desperate.
      She clutched the sheet with both hands, her eyes squeezed tight to block out the erotic image of Luc’s dark head between her legs.
    “Luc...”
    His lips skimmed her inner thigh, moving closer to his destination, but nowhere near fast enough.
    “I know.” His breath tickled her skin.
    Her thighs trembled; her breathing grew choppy. She craved him with a desperation that should have brought her to her senses but it’d been so long...so, so long since he last did this to her...for her. She raised her hips.
    “Then why are you—”
    His warm mouth landed on her, right where it mattered most. He swept the tip of his tongue between her moist cleft. Her whole body shook with a rush of pleasure that ripped a gasp from her. If she missed nothing else by not being married to Luc, she missed this. And she hated to admit...she missed him .
    “Oh, my...Lu... cas !” She sank her fingers into his short hair.
    “Is this what you wanted?” He spoke the question against her sex, setting off eye-crossing sensations that rippled from her core to her head and back down to curl her toes.
    His tongue flicked, swirled, dipped, explored and teased until he wound her into a tight spring of sexual tension, then he orchestrated her release. Luc slipped a finger into her wet core and, like an expert playing an instrument he knew intimately, pressed all her right keys.
    As her release shuddered through her, Belle’s internal muscles clenched and spasmed and her whole body burned as though she was on fire.
    “ Oh, Luc !” Her breathy cry bounced around the room. She clutched his hair in her fists, needing