hard, lean muscle with those country boy good looks that made her heart race and her skin prickle with excitement. When he looked at her like that, as if he just wanted to eat her right up, she could scarcely breathe. He made her feel special. He made her feel wanted.
Leland nuzzled her neck and dotted noisy kisses on the curve of her throat. Eyes closed, she relished the attention he bestowed upon her. His hands were rough and hot. In the back of her mind, she knew they were probably the deadliest hands that would ever touch her, yet they roamed her body with such tenderness and care. He touched her as if he feared hurting her and as if she were something precious to be protected and cherished.
She gulped when his hand rode the plane of her belly, circling around her navel a few times before sliding even lower. He teased her by getting so close to the spot she wanted him to touch most and then angling his hand down her left thigh. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he just chuckled and kissed her. "Patience, Jamie."
She started to remind him that she had been patiently waiting for this chance for five years, but he seemed to read her mind. His hand backtracked along her inner thigh. He brushed his knuckles down the seam of her sex, first with only a whisper of pressure. The second time it was enough to make her sigh and rock her hips.
Ever so carefully, he parted her labia with two skilled fingers. He explored her folds while kissing her silly. Dizzy and so excited she could hardly breathe, she moaned with such intense pleasure as his finger drew a slow circle around her throbbing clitoris. She widened her thighs, giving him even more access to drive her wild, and gripped his arm.
His scruffy beard brushed her breasts. He licked her nipple, getting it nice and wet before he pinched it lightly. The bite of his fingertips squeezing such a sensitive spot made her gasp, but she didn't pull away. Electrified by his touch, she dug her nails into his shoulder. "Leland!"
Breathing hard, his irises shining with lust, he flopped onto his back and tossed aside the pillows near his head. He clutched at her waist. "Come here. Now ."
Her eyes widened as he manhandled her, dragging her right on top of him. Her knees slid down on either side of his torso. She was too high to wiggle into the right spot to finally have his cock buried right where she wanted it.
"Up here," he ordered, clasping her bottom in both hands and tugging her toward his mouth.
Her jaw dropped. "Do you want me to—?"
"I want you to ride my face, sugar." Like a wolf about to devour its prey, he licked his lips. "I've dreamed about tasting you. I've thought about it so many times while I stroked myself and came in my hand. I'm not about to let a throbbing knee stop me from getting what I want."
She swallowed nervously. She had been on the receiving end of oral sex before, but never like this. "Are you sure?"
"Get up here, or I'm going to tie those pretty little wrists of yours to the headboard before I go to town of that sweet pussy of yours."
Gasping at his erotic and filthy language, Jamie nevertheless complied. She gripped the iron bars of the headboard for support and settled her knees on either side of his head. He cupped her backside and kissed two lines up her inner thighs before nuzzling between them. She cried out as his tongue dipped between her folds. He was gentler than she had expected, but ever so thorough.
Gripping the bars, she panted hard and tried not to fall over as Leland did such wondrously wicked things to her. His tongue fluttered around her clit while his thumb slowly penetrated her. His beard scratched her inner thighs. Shivering, she gasped every time he punctuated the movements of his masterful tongue. A quick learner, Leland figured out how to read her body within minutes. She felt that spring coiling and tightening in her lower belly. Little waves of pleasure rocked her core like mini earthquakes. Her thighs tensed and her toes