the fabric of the undergarment. She gasped, her spine arching to make sure he maintained his hold on the sensitive tip.
He chuckled but it sounded dark and dangerous. He found the waistband of her jeans and popped the button open. Pleasure mixed with the need burning inside her until he released her nipple, sending a little jolt of frustration through her. She reached for his shoulders but he rose above her and flipped her over. Her hair went flying and her face sank into the goose-down comforter.
âI donât think I ever enjoyed unwrapping a present more than I am right now.â
He unhooked her bra and slid his hands down to her hips. A moment later her jeans went slipping down her legs and onto the floor. She half turned to see him sitting on his haunches, magnificent torso illuminated by the entryway light. But what made her hesitate was the look on his face. The raw expression of hunger. It glittered in his eyes and drew his features tight. Her body filled with a longing that hurt. The ache centered in her channel, making her almost desperate to have him inside her. It frightened her with its intensity, but it also made her want to lunge toward what she craved.
Wild abandonment ⦠no holds barred.
She suddenly had a new understanding of the phrase. The urge to chicken out pricked her, illuminating the fact that all control was about to be ripped from her hands. Sheâd never done anything so rash, so utterly impulsive.
Iâm not a kid anymore â¦
Which made it so damn tempting.
âShow yourself to me, baby. I want to see you.â
Mercer wasnât asking, he was demanding. Anticipation took command of his features and she turned over, amazed at her power to captivate him.
âYouâre stunning,â he muttered before his hands hit the bed and he began to crawl back up her body. âUnbelievably beautiful.â
He paused over the triangle of her panties. Her clit gave a crazy twist of excitement as she felt his breath against her folds. It was stunning just how sensitive her body was. She couldnât recall ever feeling such an abundance of need and sensation. Sex had never felt so damn good before, or so incredibly necessary. A tiny sound escaped her lips.
âWe can do better than that.â His hand landed on top of her pubic bone, pressing down on the soft flesh with just enough pressure to send a bolt of need through her. âA whole lot better.â
He slid his hand lower, rubbing against her entire slit. She gasped, shivering as the need to climax became almost unbearable. She grasped the bedding and lifted her hips for the next downward motion, but it didnât come. Instead Mercer grabbed the thin straps of her panties and snapped them.
âStill not enough,â he announced before pushing her thighs wide. âI want to hear you scream.â
His last sentence came out between clenched teeth. Zoe wasnât even sure it made sense to her because she was so focused on the need burning her alive. Her eyelids closed but she didnât need to see; touch was the only important thing.
Mercer didnât waste any time fulfilling her need. He leaned back down and caught her folds between his lips. Sandwiched between the delicate tissues, her clit responded to the pressure with a crazy spike of pleasure. It ripped into her belly, sending a moan past her lips.
âThatâs more like it.â
He separated the folds before returning to her spread sex. âBut thereâs room for improvement.â
Zoe opened her eyes but squeezed them shut a second later when his tongue swept over her clit. The sensation almost qualified as pain but it was completely mind blowing, taking her past a threshold she hadnât realized was there inside her. Conscious thought ceased; all that remained was response. She twisted beneath the motions of his tongue. Her hips lifted, seeking more pressure, just a little more to send her over the edge into