Overnight Sensation by Karen Foley Page B

thighs to give her better access. Ivy murmured her approval, and with one hand still wrapped around him, she swirled her tongue over him, thrilling to his taste and texture. The feel of him beneath her palm was an aphrodisiac. He was smooth and slick against her tongue, and she slid her mouth over him, taking as much of him as she could. She alternately suckled and licked him, reveling in the throaty noises he was making. She squeezed the base of his shaft and, with her free hand, cupped him from below, lightly raking her fingernails across his sac until it was drawn up tight beneath him.

    The noises of intense pleasure he was making, combined with the tightening of his muscles, told her he was close to climaxing. She wasn’t prepared when, with a groan, Garrett lifted her away from him and bore her backward until suddenly, she was pinned against the mattress by the weight of his body.

    “My turn.” The promise implicit in his voice sent erotic shivers of anticipation down Ivy’s spine.

    “But I didn’t finish,” she protested weakly.

    “Sweetheart,” he growled softly, “any more and you’ll kill me.” He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “And you don’t want to do that before I have a chance to give you a few pointers.”

    Pointers. There was that word again. Ivy realized it had the ability to arouse her as much as it was beginning to infuriate her. Had she really said she wanted pointers? Right now, all she wanted was him, hot and hard between her thighs.

    Still, she couldn’t stop the words that sprang to her lips. “Is this how it was with Helena?” she asked, breathlessly, as if she’d just sprinted a mile. Ivy knew she shouldn’t care what he’d shared with Helena, or even if he still cared for the other woman. This was business. It was about rescuing her lackluster love scenes, and no matter how enjoyable she might find this, there was nothing personal about it.

    Nothing.

    Not even when he rocked slowly against her, letting her feel his hard heat against her core. Not even when he reached beneath her and cupped a buttock, then slid his hand underneath the elastic band of her panties to massage her bare skin.

    “Stop thinking,” he commanded thickly, as if reading her thoughts. His breathing was ragged against her neck. “Just feel.”

    Flames licked along the underside of her skin, and liquid desire pooled at her center. Desperate for the taste of him, she turned her face toward his and sought his lips with her own. But Garrett didn’t just kiss her; he devoured her. He stole her breath with the fierceness of his kiss, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. She met him eagerly, drawing him deeper as she threaded her fingers through the warm silk of his hair.

    She was unprepared when he pushed aside the fragile barrier of her panties and stroked her intimately, parting her soft folds and swirling his finger over her slick flesh.

    She dragged her mouth from his. “Ohmigod.”

    The sensation of his touching her was electric, and she pushed helplessly against his hand.

    “You’re so wet.” His voice was low and rough. “So responsive.”

    “It’s—it’s been a long time,” she gasped in explanation. That was why she was soaked with desire for him, why she was greedy for the feel of his flesh. It was no more than her body’s long-suppressed needs finally demanding fulfillment.

    His fingers worked magic between her legs. Fierce need sliced through her, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Even now she could feel her orgasm building, her inner muscles tightening in anticipation. Garrett used the pad of his thumb to circle her clitoris, until she arched against him with a soft cry of distress.

    “That’s it, sweetheart.” He claimed her mouth again, thrusting his tongue against hers even as he inserted a finger inside her. She came in a shattering explosion of sensation that left her shuddering and weak. He