Page 116 of Just Trouble

“You can’t go down on me,” she says.

I wiggle my hand and sing the words “I’ll use my fingers.”

“And your imagination.” She smiles at my delight that she’s caught the reference. “Brass in Pocket.”

“The Pretenders,” I agree. I have a feeling it’s the song that will haunt me for this whole encounter. I slide my hand under Daph’s ginormous T-shirt and cup her breast. She shivers at my touch, even through her bra, and her eyes widen. “Aren’t all the good bits more sensitive?” I slide my thumb across her nipple slowly, liking that it’s already beaded to a point, and feel her shudder.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, and once again, her nails dig into my shoulder.

“What about the other good bit?” I whisper in her ear, even my breath making her tremble in the very best way. She’s so responsive that I’m the one who’s raging now. “I’ve always wanted to make you shout loud enough that the neighbours call the cops,” I confess. “Maybe this is the night.”

“My neighbour is Cameron. That might take some doing.”

I feel myself grin. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Maybe you’ve been training for it for years.”

“If you’re going to snark, I’m going to have to think of a way to keep you quiet,” I threaten, then claim her mouth with a kiss that just won’t stop. By the time I lift my head, Daph looks resolute.

She pushes me aside and I have time to think I’ve somehow blown it before she jumps off the counter. Her hands are on my belt buckle and she backs me into the counter as she unfastens it. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I thought I might mess up,” she says and I can’t believe my luck. My jeans drop and her fingers are under my briefs. I am so ready for whatever she has planned. “But you’re right, there’s only one way to know for sure.” Her hand closes around me, the softness of her palm and the strength of her fingers against my bare skin. I almost come on the spot, especially when I see the look in her eyes.

Then she bends down to kiss me and I slide my fingers into her hair, hearing myself moan as she takes me into her mouth. It’s perfect, both gentle and demanding, and when she begins to move, I know I won’t last.

“I’ll make you pay for this,” I manage to say and she pulls away to laugh.

“I’m counting on it,” she says, sounding both wicked and sweet.

She’s going to own me, body and soul, and I don’t even care. Maybe she does already. I can only think that it’s totally worth it, just for this.

And I will make her scream the house down tonight.

Guaranteed.

31

DAPHNE

Luke is not someone often surprised, especially in intimate encounters. So, I love that he’s completely floored that I want to go down on him, and that makes me want to do it even more. He’s right that you can only know if you take a chance, and I dive right into that, following my impulse to seduce him.

It works brilliantly. He’s in heaven and I wish I’d taken a chance on this before. It doesn’t even seem possible that I could do anything wrong—every move I make, he gets harder or moans louder. His hips buck of their own volition and I get to run my hands down the strength of his bare legs. I grip his butt and he cups my head in his hands, his fingers in my hair as I tease him and devour him.

It doesn’t take long for him to become taut and catch his breath quickly, just the way he does right before he comes. I love that I know the signs, that I can pull back a little, then finish him off with a flourish that has him shouting and shaking.

He swears softly and whispers my name, his eyes dark when he looks down at me with something like wonder. He’s hanging onto the counter while I clean up, then he gets his second wind, tossing me over his shoulder and heading for the stairs.

“Now, you’re in trouble,” he mutters as he climbs them three at a time. I kick my feet in anticipation, unable to wait.

He starts the shower, then hauls my T-shirt over my shoulders, touching his lips reverently to the hollow below my collarbone. My tights are pushed down, my bra discarded. I close my eyes when his hands lock around my waist and give myself permission to just enjoy his powerful kiss.

Luke cups my breasts in his hands and kisses each nipple in turn, drawing it to attention with gentle persistence, showing me just how sensitive and tingly it is. I’m melting when he grazes his way back to my mouth, spearing his hands into my hair and holding me captive to a kiss meant to claim my soul.

The room fills with heat and steam, and I watch hungrily as he steps away to strip off his own shirt. It should be illegal for a man to have such a great butt and I reach out to give him a caress. He tugs me toward the shower, beckoning to me with a finger and a smile. I drop my panties and follow him. He closes the door behind us and pulls me into his arms. The hot water streams over us and he traps me against the tiled wall, holding me close and kissing me as his hand slides lower. I gasp when he finally touches me, arching my back and letting my head fall back. I am so sensitive. He eases his thumb across me and I moan without meaning to, a sound that is the perfect expression of my yearning.

“Oh yeah,” he whispers. “Tonight, I’m going to make you wait for it.”

“You wouldn’t be mean when I’ve had such a bad day.” I fake a pout and he laughs.

“I would and I will.” His eyes are glittering. “You wouldn’t want anything else.”

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