Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) by Karen Rose

            He hissed, his hands tunneling through her hair to lift her face to his gaze. “Do you believe me now?” he demanded.

            She squeezed his cock, loving the dark pleasure that flashed in his eyes. “I think so. Still not sure.” She was so sure. She licked her lower lip. “Maybe I should do some research.”

            Without waiting for him to reply, she took him in her mouth. His strangled cry was the sound she didn’t know she needed, and she wanted to hear it over and over again.

            “Wait,” he ground out, his fingers tightening in her hair. She froze, looking up his body to his face. His jaw was so tight that his cheek twitched. “Just wait.”

            Carefully she pulled away, not licking him even though she wanted to. “What’s wrong?”

            “You’re still dressed. I want you naked and I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”

            Liza shivered. “You want me naked?” She lifted her arms. “Then do it.”

            Her shirt was gone before she could blink, his mouth on hers as his fingers fumbled with the clasp on her bra. A second later it went sailing over his shoulder and he was pushing her down to the bed, her feet still on the floor. He gripped her wrists and pinned them over her head, his amazing body hovering just out of reach.

            “Tom,” she warned, writhing beneath him. “Don’t tease me.”

            He gave her wrists a gentle squeeze. “Hands stay here.” He let her go and lowered to his knees, parting her legs. He pulled off one of her boots and then the other, tossing them over his shoulders. They landed with dull thuds somewhere. She didn’t care where.

            Her body was on fire, her fingers flexing above her head, gripping handfuls of the bedspread.

            “I need to—” She gasped when he dragged her pants down her legs, taking her panties with them. The clothing went the way of her boots. The air was cool on her heated skin, shivers racing over her like electric waves. “Please, Tom. Please.”

            Then the strangled cry was hers. His big hands parted her thighs and then his mouth was on her and . . . “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Tom. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

            He didn’t speak, humming against her instead. His mouth, his tongue . . . God, the man’s tongue was criminal. She was instantly addicted.

            She was in heaven. She was flying. She was almost there.

            She stiffened, her body going taut as she arched, pressing her head back as the orgasm exploded and she heard herself cry out. He licked and sucked her through it, not stopping until she collapsed to her back, panting. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she chanted.

            He kissed his way up her body, lingering on the butterfly tattoo at her hip. And then he was kissing her and she could taste herself, which was way hotter than she’d thought it would be.

            He pulled back far enough to meet her eyes. She blinked, feeling dazed.

            “Do you believe me now?” he asked hoarsely.

            “Yes.”

            “Good.” He twisted, giving her a view of his flawless ass before turning back, a condom in his hand. “I’ll stop if you—”

            “I know, dammit,” she interrupted, making him smile. “Hurry.”

            But he didn’t hurry, taking his time as he slid the condom over his cock, which was bigger than it had been before. Longer and wider. She licked her lips, tasting herself once again.

            “No fair. I wanted to come with you.”

            His smile became a wicked grin. “Then you’ll come twice.”

            “I see what you did there,” she muttered, then gasped when his hands closed over her ribs, lifting her up the bed. Carefully, as if she were made of glass.

            His grin was gone, his expression serious and intense. This is it, she thought. What she’d wanted for so long. She reached for him, relieved when he settled his body over hers.

            Finally. “Please,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to his mouth, his jaw, his chin.