Yes, this was heaven. The satin sheets under her, the covers keeping them warm, the embrace that had no give. Only take.
But it wasn’t taking, was it, if both sides gained the same pleasure?
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he breathed into her hair. Every nerve ending in her scalp rippled to the sound of his husky voice.
“G’morning,” she mumbled, breaking the silent spell of indulgent spooning.
His hands roamed to the valley between her legs and descended into her nether lips. He hissed, “You’re wet.”
“I’m always wet for you,” Mariah said. Shit, if anything, she was like Pavlov’s dog in heat! Seemed as if all Clark had to be was in the room and she’d be salivating down there.
To her great reluctance, Clark retrieved his fingers and gave her clit a swirl that threw her head back and sent her moaning. The grip of pure sensation heated her skin as her hands grasped the sheets. When his hot breath brushed against the back of her ear and moved toward the nape, all thoughts fled from her brain.
“I like you soft. Warm. Wet. Open for me.” Each word punctuated with a delicious strum across her pleasure bud, escalating her delight to new heights. A coil of need tightened her core. Her gasps came between erratic gulps for air.
“Clark!” Mariah whimpered as desire shot from zero to ninety in seconds. “I need you.”
“I’ve got you.” The rumble of his chest against her spine soothed yet excited her. “I’ve got your back.”
Mariah squirmed in frustration. “I want you to have more than my back.”
“All of you?” Clark asked, teasing her slick folds.
“Yes!” she breathed.
Although Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the series, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is now available as a complimentary read at most retail sites.