Deliciously Sinful by Lilli Feisty

this.” He drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging until she was squirming beneath him, until she thought her legs wouldn’t hold her up one second longer.
    He backed her against the kitchen island and stepped between her legs. Then he moved his mouth to her other nipple, torturing her. Her pussy began to throb with want, and she felt herself getting wet.
    He looked up, a wicked gleam in his eye. “You still don’t like that?”
    “Shut up.”
    As long as she was sassy, as long as she kept a distance, she could justify what she was doing. For now. Now, she was opening her legs wider, pressing herself against his crotch, feeling his erection through his cotton pajama bottoms. He was so hard, so hot. She’d never been so turned on, never yearned to feel the touch of any man like she did Nick’s at that moment. She let her head fall back and exposed herself even more to him.
    He grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the island. She squirmed, but his hands firmly held her still. “I know how much you loathe this, Phoebe. So I’m going to keep doing it. Just to torture you.”
    “I hate you,” she said. But she was smiling. Smiling? How had he gotten her to this point?
    Didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was pulling up her nightgown and reaching between her legs.
    “Open for me, Phoebe.”
    She did. She spread her quivering legs and exposed herself to him.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he knelt before her, and she felt his hands on the insides of her thighs, tracing her skin lightly. Touching her everywhere except that little spot where she needed to feel him most.
    “Touch me,” she whispered.
    “Didn’t I tell you to hush?”
    She nearly cried out then. His words came out in a warm breath, caressing her damp flesh. Then she felt his fingers on her pussy, and that wasn’t all she felt—he was spreading the chocolate all over the folds of her sex.
    Her eyes drifted shut, and she gave in. She sank back onto the top of the island and let her fingers graze the still-moist skin of her breasts. She found a drop of chocolate he’d missed, and she brought the sweet mixture to her lips, sucking her own fingertip.
    And then she felt his mouth on her pussy, warm and wonderful. He licked her as if he were savoring a luscious dessert. So slow it was a beautiful agony, he touched his tongue to every moist inch of her sex. Licking, sucking, even biting gently.
    “Oh, God…,” she gasped, bucking against his mouth. “That feels so…yes…” She could barely think. Lust raged through her blood, and everything centered around what Nick was doing between her legs.
    He took her clit in his mouth, focusing his attention on that bud of nerves. With a cry, she arched her back as he flicked at her swollen flesh.
    “Yes. Right there.”
    But he wasn’t done. She felt his fingers—long and strong and driving into her—again and again.
    “Nick, don’t stop…Uh…Yes!” She’d never been so vocal before.
    She’d never been so…yeah…
    The orgasm screamed through her. Every muscle in her thighs clenched as she shouted his name, and her hands fisted at her sides. She couldn’t tell if her climax went on forever or if he was simply sucking more of them out of her. She didn’t care. All she knew was the pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t contain her reaction.
    She had no idea how long it took before her body settled down and the tremors that shook her started to fade. Panting, she lay on the kitchen island, unable to think or breathe or speak.
    Eventually he got to his feet, and through heavy eyes, she watched him. He gave her a self-satisfied grin. Then he leaned over her and gave her another of those lovely, soft kisses. She sighed against his mouth. Maybe Nick Avalon wasn’t so bad after all.
    When she opened her eyes, he was watching her. “You okay, baby?”
    Smiling, she nodded. “That was…amazing.”
    “You still think I’m the most conceited man you’ve ever