“You’ve been driving me insane all day.” He sank to his knees before her with one purpose in mind. The diamond stud in her belly button. He hadn’t forgotten about it, not by a long shot. Leaning into her, he put his mouth over it, tugged with his teeth.“Hank…” she cried out, pumping her hips into his face.

Yeah, that got to her, didn’t it? Her scent flowed around him, swimming through his head, sweet, hot musk that he knew he’d remember long after tonight. He palmed the front of her thighs under her skirt and pressed his thumbs into the creases between her pussy and legs.

“God.” Her hips jerked again.

He licked and nibbled her belly above her hip-riding skirt, nipping at the stud, tonguing the little puckered indentation. It wasn’t the only puckered hole he wanted to get at. He brushed a forefinger over the folds protecting her clit, prodded in gently, felt how soaked her panties were.

“Hank,” she growled.

“You’re wet,” he pointed out needlessly.

“Uh huh. Do it again.”

He did. He poked the lacy material in between her lips, loving her loud moan. Wiggling his finger a little more into her cleft, he pushed the wet cloth into her hole. She sank down.

This was nuts. The son-of-a-bitch clothes had to come off. Unsnapping the skirt and sliding it and her thong panties down her legs was no problem. The scent of her arousal increased. His fingers quickly fluffed through the pale curls, found her wet center again. He’d never had a woman this wet, her thick, pearly fluid coating the insides of her thighs. Damn, she was as turned on as he was. Her moan sounded almost feral. “Spread your legs, honey.” He lapped at her thighs, could feel the quivering muscles under his tongue, moving closer and closer to the plump, swollen folds that were his goal.

“Oh, yeah.” She wriggled her hips, pushing her thick-haired bush against his face.

Yes, he loved when she did that. He loved that she didn’t pretend shyness. He even loved her fingers plowing through his hair and pulling at the strands. “Baby.” He pushed her thighs further apart, but even though he was on a mission, he took a moment to look up at her. Sliding his palms and bracing them on the backs of her thighs, he met her gaze. Her mouth was open, panting little gasps. Her eyes were wide and shocked — aroused. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

She tugged at her lower lip with her teeth and moaned deep in her throat.

Now. He parted her slick folds first with possessive fingers, and held them open with thick thumbs to reveal the stiff clit inside. Oh, yeah, he loved this part. Then he slipped his tongue into her erotically steamy, drenched core.

“Ah!” she shrieked.

He felt something heavy and hairy crash against him, almost knocking him off his knees. “Dog,” he muttered, unwilling to give up his activities. He heard Dog’s toenails scrabble around on the hard wood floor and realized, somewhere way inside his mind, that the beast was trying to protect her from what it perceived as an attack.

But he couldn’t stop now. Not with his tongue buried inside her hot depths. Not with his lips clamped around her taut little nub.

“Ahh!” she cried again.

“Hoowwl!”  “For God’s sake,” He leaned away and, in a constricted voice, pleaded, “Pet him or something so he knows I’m not killing you.” Her fingers clenched more tightly in his hair, and he dove back to suckling her.