His Royal Pleasure by Leanne Banks

breasts and swollen nipples. He licked his lips. Then he looked into her eyes. “This is just the beginning.”

Chapter Six
    If this was just the beginning, then she hoped he had a heart monitor handy.
    â€œOh!” Katherine gasped when his mouth found her breast. She slid her fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to. He suckled her nipples until they were wet, stiff and sensitive, and she felt the caress in her blood, his need in her heart.
    Then he pulled back, the passion on his face so raw and basic, it made her burn. He looked at her, trailing his knuckles down her cheek. “Your breathing isn’t quite so steady.”
    Al ran his finger around her mouth. She swallowed, then instinctively opened her lips wider. “Neither is yours.” She darted out her tongue to taste his finger.
    He sucked in a quick breath and nodded. “As you say.” His gaze swept her again, and Katherine felt like a rich dessert served up for his pleasure. “I like the way your eyes glaze when I touch your breast. I like the way your breast tastes and feels in my mouth.” He dropped his hand to one nipple and thumbed it in a lazy motion that made her thighs clench together.
    He smiled then, like the devil. “I like the way you do that too.” His lids lowered in sexy indolence. “I think I like everything about you, Katherine Kendall.”
    One of his hands slid up her thigh, beneath her panties, and squeezed. Her breath stopped.
    â€œI just want more.”
    In a quick, smooth motion that left her more dizzy than before, Katherine found herself lying on the sand with him beside her. His hand slowly pulled the hem of her dress to her waist.
    He toyed with the edge of her panties, brushing the backs of his fingers against her inner thigh. It was torment to have him so close to the place that ached. “Al,” she pleaded.
    â€œShh,” he said and continued, back and forth, moving closer and retreating, kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She was taunted and teased until she wondered if she’d remain in this state forever.
    Until he finally touched her where she was moist and desperate. A moan broke from her throat. Her vision blurred. Her panties were discarded, and it seemed she felt him everywhere, her mouth and her cheek, her throat and breasts. And Katherine realized that although she’d been married, a man had never made love to her before.
    He pulled away and looked down at her, breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion. His hands rested on her inner thighs. “There’s something else I want from you.”
    Katherine thought she knew what he was talking about, because she wanted the same thing. She wanted his closeness. She wanted nothing between them.
    When he bent down and put his open mouth on her thigh, though, she jerked. He looked up and must have seen her shock. “Don’t deny me this,” he said in a rough, strained voice. “I can’t leave without tasting you.”
    Her throat closed up. Oh, my God. She covered her face with a hand. The sight of his lips on her was unbearably erotic, but the sensation of them was torture. The journey he took was excruciatingly slow, his tongue skimming across her sensitized skin. Every nuance of movement danced through her system with arousing familiarity, the brush of his stubble, the controlled nip of his teeth. She’d heard his voice, rough with emotion, before. She’d inhaled his scent before. She’d done this before in her dreams. Her legs began to tremble.
    She was totally under his power. Why did he seem to know just how to touch and where? He could make her cry or laugh. He could make her shiver or moan. He could take her to the edge and leave her there, or push her over the edge. She hovered on that edge, undecided, vacillating, whether to stay or fly.
    His mouth touched her intimately, sipping and stroking as if she were a tender bud ready to bloom.