Derailed by Gina Watson Page A

soothed where his efforts had excited.
    The alternating soft and hard sensations on her tits had left her tingling and she moaned her pleasure around his name.
    He chuckled, and then cleared his throat. “You really seem to like that.”
    She lowered her head, a tad embarrassed at her showy, loud expression. “I have sensitive nipples.”
    “I’m glad because I love driving you wild.”
    His bowed head and hair disheveled by her fingers had her short of breath, but when he sexily smirked and winked at her she groaned.
Holy freaking Italian leather wearing males who smell like expensive cologne
. He was impossible to resist. In fact, she wondered how anyone could ever refuse him anything. His athletic shorts had dropped quite low on his hips and exposed his extraordinary shape. Her fingers ran along vertical abdominal muscles. “I like these.”
    He smiled and fingers found her wetness and stroked as she continued to stand on her knees. His hum of pleasure at how he’d found her reverberated around the bedroom.
    “Do you want to take off your shorts?”
    “I’d rather have you take them off for me.”
    She bit her lip, trying to stifle the giddiness welling up inside her at the sight of all his god-like glory in the palm of her hands. Hers to operate and drive as if he were a machine and she held the controls. Before Everett she’d only ever been with Ryder’s dad. The love they shared created Ryder, which was the best thing she’d ever made. But this was indulgent. This was worship. This was pure gluttony, and she realized there had been a primal need inside of her that had never been filled.
    She hooked her thumbs into his shorts and slid them from his hips. His erection sprang free, reaching toward his navel. The site of his raw manhood left Fiona gasping. Given his endowment she wondered how it was possible that he hadn’t impregnated every woman he’d been with. Condoms were definitely in order. First thing in the morning, she’d be making an appointment with her doctor to get on the pill.
    How many women had he been with? Was she pleasing him
? The movements and noises he made when they were together led her to think she was. He’d also said as much, but given his bedroom skills, he would have been with women that knew how to please a man much more than she did.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    “Nothing.” She felt the heat in her face and turned away from him. However, his finger under her chin led her back to his gaze.
    “What? Tell me.”
    “I was just thinking, wondering really … I have only been with one man and that was so long ago that I feel at a disadvantage here. I’m sure the women you’ve been with have been much more skilled at giving you pleasure.”
    His palm cupped her cheek. “Do you know what pleasure is?”
    “Something you enjoy.”
    “I enjoy you, I think that much is obvious. But there is more to pleasure than enjoyment.”
    “There is?”
    “There is to me. Pleasure can be multifaceted. One can take pleasure in something for a moment and then it’s over. Sustained pleasure is something that has always eluded me.”
    “Sustained pleasure?”
    “Pleasure so great, so consuming, that once it ends your body and mind won’t let you stop seeking whatever it was that caused the specific mental state in the first place. If you consider that definition, pleasure can actually be quite agonizing.”
    Sometimes he was so silver-tongued that she got lost in his lengthy philosophical speeches, so she just nodded.
    “I’m telling you that the pleasure you’ve given me is the reason my mind and body won’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of the day my mind is filled with thoughts and visions of you. That’s never happened with anyone before. I’m constantly trying to figure out ways to seek more of you and the pleasure you impart. Expertly, I might add.”
    Her heart beat so heavily that she felt dizzy. It thudded away in her chest and reminded her of the rabbits