Take Me Under by Rhyannon Byrd

push this too far tonight, no matter how badly he wanted to. She’d just retreat and hide from him, or slap his face and tell him to get lost. She might still be finding her feet after her divorce, but Ben had no doubt that Reese could be tough as nails when she needed to be. He was playing with fire, but he couldn’t pull back before having just a little more of her.
    Damn it, there was so much that he wanted. He needed to have his mouth on that soft, freckled skin. Needed the shirt out of his way so that he could lift her up and taste her nipples. Lick and suck on them until she came so hard she screamed. He was hard and aching to the point of pain, ready to throw her onto the nearest flat surface and fuck the living hell out of her—but he choked it back, blood pounding, allowing himself nothing more than a tighter grip on that beautiful heart-shaped ass.
    Then his grip slipped lower, her tender sex pressing hot and wet against his callused palm, and Ben couldn’t stop his thumb from stroking between those firm ass cheeks. She gave a sharp cry against his mouth when the pad of his thumb rubbed across her tight little hole back there, so he did it again. She cried out a second time, wriggling in his hold, and he muttered a rough curse, imagining how good it was going to be when he took her there. She’d likely fight him on it, but Ben wasn’t going to let her hide behind her embarrassment. She might be shocked, but the way her hands had just tangled in his hair, her mouth wild beneath his, told him she instinctively liked it. He stroked her again, wanting to push his thumb into the puckered entrance, but held back. There was another hole he wanted inside even more, and he dipped his thumb lower, swiping it across the slick surface of her vulva.
    “Ben!”
She broke away from his mouth to drag in shivering gulps of air as he rimmed the tiny opening with the callused pad of his thumb. Her vulva was hot and drenched, a little swollen, and impossibly tender. She was so wet her juices were slicking across his hand, slippery and warm, his cock so rigid and full he could have gone off with little more than a stroke. When she tightened her legs and rubbed against him, his damn eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
    “You have the softest, wettest little cunt,” he breathed into her ear. Pushing the top of his thumb inside her, Ben tested the delicate opening, a hard shudder wracking his body, muscles clenched so tight they ached. “I want my tongue in here,” he growled, slipping his thumb a bit deeper, knowing damn well he was treading a dangerous line, playing hard and fast with his control.
    Have to keep it together. Can’t scare her off. Just need to keep her on the edge . . .
    Burying his face in the crook of her shoulder, he scraped his teeth along the sensitive tendon at the side of her throat, unable to get enough of her taste . . . her scent. With her strong, cushiony little pussy muscles clamping down on his thumb, he asked, “You like coming in a man’s mouth, Reese?”
    She moaned, tilting her head to the side to give him better access, and he couldn’t stop himself from shoving his thumb all the way inside, thrusting it deep. A sexy cry jerked from her throat, all those plush inner muscles closing in slick and tight around him, causing another powerful surge of blood to rush straight to his cock.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered in her ear, wishing he could strip her naked, tie her up on her bed, and taste every single soft, shivering inch of her right the fuck
now
. “When you’re ready, I won’t hold back on you, Reese. I’ll have my mouth between your legs, giving this sweet pussy a deep, slow tongue-fuck every goddamn chance I get. I’ll eat you out so often, you’ll find yourself creaming every time I look at you.”
    She made a breathless sound of need, digging her nails into his shoulders.
    Knowing he’d reached his limit, Ben forced himself to pull his thumb from her snug