This is from Kerryln Sparks and her “Love at Stake” vampire series:
When his mouth met hers, she opened for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into a slow, languid world of sweet sensation. She loved the gentle movement of his lips, the soft stroking of his tongue, and the way his fingers caressed her face and neck.
She smoothed her hands down his back, enjoying the feel of his skin and the ripple of muscles.
She felt wonderfully relaxed. Her fears melted away. She knew he would take it slow and easy. He was such a gentleman.
He kissed a path to her neck. She shivered when he tickled her with his tongue. Suddenly, she became intensely aware of her private parts. The more he tickled her neck, the more she tingled.
She gasped when his tongue dragged up her neck. Good God, she’d felt a delicious throb in her vagina. “Robby?”
He licked her again, and she jolted. Her fingers dug into his back. Her thighs squeezed together.
Suddenly she didn’t want a gentleman anymore. “Robby?”
He made a low growling sound in his throat that sent a shiver down her arms, prickling her skin with goosebumps. Without warning, he cupped her between the legs. She gasped. He pressed against her as he licked her neck again.
She cried out.
He applied pressure again. “Ye’re already wet.”
She whimpered. She didn’t know how he’d made her so desperate so fast.
He moved down to her feet. “Open yer legs.”
She let her knees sag open a bit, then gasped when he spread her feet wide. “What are you…?” She bit her lip. She’d never been so exposed before. He was actually sitting between her legs, studying her.
As embarrassed as she was, she still felt strangely turned on. Her skin itched, desperate for him to touch her.
“Ye’re glistening,” he whispered. “Ye’re like a ping rose covered with dew.”
She felt more moisture seeping from her core. “Robby, if you don’t touch me, I’m going to scream.”
He smiled. “Ye’re going to scream anyway.”