Wicked All Night by Shayla Black Page B

around her left nipple. Soft, slow, sleek . . . the touch was part exploration, part torment. Rachel arched up into his mouth with a little cry of need.
    â€œYou like that?”
    â€œHmm . . . yes.”
    Her hips moved restlessly, and she filtered her fingers through his hair again, reveling in its softness and wishing it was long enough to wrap in her fist and make him taste her nipple once more. Thankfully, she didn’t have to prompt him again to pay attention to her breasts. He lapped at their tips, nipped, teased . . . tormented. Every lick and suck became its own form of torture. Ecstasy. Agony. A need for more burst through her, igniting her blood.
    Decker eased back for a moment and stared at her nipples unabashedly. Under his scrutiny, they seemed to fill and tighten even more, as if eager to display themselves for him.
    â€œSo damn pretty,” he whispered over the distended peak, thumbing the other. “So lush.”
    Rachel whimpered.
So ready for more
 . . .
    â€œYou feel it, don’t you?”
    She nodded frantically.
    â€œYou’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
    â€œYes.”
Almost embarrassingly so.
    A smile creased his face. He turned to rub his whiskered cheek against her swelling breast, her sensitive nipple. The scratchy-soft abrasion added another level of sensation, and she arched, grabbing at him.
    â€œSensitive.” His voice rang with approval.
    â€œI never thought so. I mean, I’ve never . . .”
    â€œResponded to having your nipples stimulated?”
    She frowned until he set his mouth over them again. “No one’s ever really touched . . . I can’t think when you do that.”
    â€œGood. Just feel. I want you to let me have my fill of your nipples. I want you to get so wet for me that when I put my mouth on your pussy, I’ll have a feast that will take me a long time to devour. I want you so close, ready, and eager that when I start fucking you, you won’t be able to stop screaming.”
    His words alone took her desire higher. The tight beat of need under her clit became an incessant throb. A few hours ago, she would have doubted that he—or anyone else—could make her feel this way. But Decker, whose last name she hadn’t even asked, knew exactly how to give her body everything she’d ever fantasized about.
    She was going to end her birthday a really happy woman.
    â€œHurry!” she panted.
    But he took his sweet time tonguing his way around her areola, then brushing his fingers over the damp flesh. He came closer and closer to the aching tips until he finally sucked them in deep. The sensation darted straight between her legs again and again like a live wire. She shuddered in his arms with the jolt of desire.
    â€œHurrying defeats the purpose, and you’re not making the demands here. You’re lying back and taking everything I give you and waiting eagerly for more.”
    Holding in a whimper, Rachel stared up at him, blinking, breathless . . . captivated. Everything about his strong face and the desire tightening it screamed powerful male. Beyond aroused now, she ached to feel Decker deep inside her.
    His bare hands gripped her hips with possessive fervor and seared her flesh. She sighed raggedly and closed her eyes, basking in the sensations piling on top of her, one after the other, until she swore she was about to combust. Or beg. This much pleasure was beyond her experience or comprehension, and she didn’t for one moment believe she’d handled all he could dish out.
    A hot flush rolled through her body. Rachel breathed in the musky scent of his skin and couldn’t look away from his cocky smile, complete with a flash of white teeth that she found beyond sexy. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and lifted her hips to him, willing him to ease the empty ache coiling between her restless legs.
    â€œYou look good all