Holmes by Anna Hackett Page B

the other, circling the tight nub with his tongue. “I could do this all night. Kiss, lick and suck you.”
    “Tease.”
    He saw the dazzled look in her eyes and he frowned, wondering where it came from. “Why do you look so surprised? That I could gorge myself on you, lick every inch of your skin, stroke my cock until I spilled all over these magnificent breasts?”
    “Adam…” She shook her head, trembling again. “No one…sex is usually fast, fun…not this.”
    No one took their time with her. She didn’t take her time. In a sudden explosion of thought, he realized for all her enjoyment of sex, she didn’t let a man explore her like this. Uncover all her soft places and hidden secrets.
    Well, Adam was a patient man, an excellent strategist. He liked knowing every inch of the battlefield before he made his final move.
    He pressed his mouth to her belly. “I promise, this won’t be fast, Liberty. In fact, it’ll be very, very slow.”
    ***
    “Yes, Adam, yes.”
    Liberty’s hands curled into the blankets beneath her. Adam’s tongue moved along the sensitive groove between her thigh and body. Then he drew back a little and blew on the damp trail he’d left.
    “Oh.” Goose bumps broke out over her skin. He was driving her out of her mind with the overload of sensations. A flutter of light kisses across her belly, a hard suck on her hip bone, the firm press of his fingers on her thigh.
    No one had ever touched her like this. So slow, deliberate and absorbed.
    When she’d dragged him off the dance floor, she’d envisioned riding him hard, in a fast, sweaty ride they both would have loved.
    But this…it left her realizing just how starved she’d been for someone to truly see her, touch her, savor her.
    By the intense look on his face, the occasional brush of his hard cock against her leg, she knew he was enjoying this as much as she was.
    He was nipping at her thigh, then paused. He went so still and when she looked down, she realized what he was looking at.
    She jerked, but his hands held her fast.
    “What happened?”
    The small, silvery scars were so faded she barely noticed them anymore. She sucked in a breath.
    “Liberty…” He gently kissed each mark, following the trail up. When he spotted more on her belly, his face hardened. “Tell me.”
    She swallowed. “My ex. He beat me with a belt. The buckle end.”
    Something scary flashed over Adam’s face. “I hope he got what he deserved.”
    “I was more interested in getting away and finding what I deserved.”
    He brought his lips down, over her belly. “What was that?”
    She arched under him, her voice breathless. “Pleasure. Fun. A life.”
    “Pleasure.” He sucked on her skin and she gasped. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
    Then he pulled back and pushed her knees wide apart, baring her completely to his fevered view. She licked her lips, knew what was coming, but she felt the strangest urge to squirm.
    “I am so hard just looking at you, Liberty.” He slid both hands up her thighs, then they slid under her, cupping her ass. “Now, look at me.”
    She did and watched as he lifted her. The look on his face held her spellbound. This. This was what she was quickly becoming addicted to—this intense focus of his.
    His fingers tightened on her. “Look at me.”
    She did, couldn’t look away, the desire in her a firestorm.
    Without looking away from her, he pressed his mouth to her and sucked her clit into his mouth.
    The naughty view, the sensations, they were shattering. Liberty bit down on her lip, never looking away from his focused blue eyes.
    As he lapped and sucked on her, her skin grew hotter, her muscles trembling. There was no sign of the strait-laced general she’d known the last year and a half. This man was someone else altogether.
    He kept working her, relentless. She felt the scrape of his five o’clock shadow on her inner thighs. Every moan and cry she made seemed to enflame him. Everything in her body was