Page 50 of Dealing Dirty
His jaw grinds so hard, I’m afraid he’ll break a tooth.
There’s no reason I should have to explain myself to him. Derrick’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a guy I blew in my boss’s office, nearly giving myself an orgasm, too. He’s a bartender at the same bar I waitress at, and a friend of Jack’s. Nothing more, nothing less.
That was the agreement.
“That’s not what I’m referring to.” His usual come-hither drawl has a sharpness that would make a weaker woman cower.
A scratchy laugh breaks free. “Well, by all means, Derrick, pleaseenlightenme. Because anything beyond that isn’t worth mentioning.”
I’m stoking his anger with my fiery tongue, butdios mio,do I want it to burn.
The high of successfully sneaking into one of Bruce’s casinos sends tingles over my scalp. My skin is stretched too tight beneath this leather jacket, and Derrick—with his scorching gaze and eager hands—ripping it off my body becomes a vision I just can’t shake.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asks.
I blink.
I want to be angry. I want to yell and cuss and show him that he doesn’t own me—and I plan to—but this incessant heat pouring between my thighs has me purring. I’ve craved another glimpse of his wild, untamed side. His beast shimmers beneath his cheekbones and under his curling lip, and the lioness within me arches her back, greeting him and reaching her claws toward the surface.
The air hums with energy as I provoke him to the point of madness. I circle him leisurely. If Derrick wants to control me, he’s in for a rude awakening. I’m the master of this body; no one else.
“And what if I did?” I bring us back to his question.
He grips the beanie tight in his fist. I imagine the veins popping out of those muscled forearms beneath his jacket and swallow a breathy sigh.
So close. Just a little nudge…
My breasts press against the hardness of his chest and abdomen once I’m close enough to lean into him. His cedar scent drowns my senses and hijacks my brain waves as I nuzzle the tender skin of his collarbone.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah…
Spreading his black leather jacket open, I clench my nails over his shoulders and drag them down the center of his chest, marveling at the contrast between tight muscles and his soft cotton shirt.
“Tell me… If I chose another man’s touch, what would you do about it?” I don’t know what’s come over me, but the Juliana I know is gone. She’s curled up in the recess of my sanity, holding it tight within her clutch. In her place is an insatiable woman, fed by the sensuality of the beast in front of her. She can’t get enough. She could have it all, and still, she would crave more.
Too quick, he snags both my wrists. When I roll my body against his, giving my silent consent, he spins me away from him and crosses my wrists behind my back. He nudges me several short paces to the side of his truck, caging me in with his hard body at my back and both arms beside my head.
From behind, his voice is deep against my ear. “What would I do tosweetJuliana?” He mocks Jackie’s earlier words. “Do you really want to know?”
The freezing metal does nothing to cool my overly heated body. I barely contain a whimper as I nod rapidly against it.
“I’d prove you wrong.”
A carnal growl rides his words, soaking my panties. I buck back against him, desperately seeking any friction to ease this lust surging in my core.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolds against my hair. “You’re not getting off that easy. Not without that torture I promised.”
The flirty threat only heightens my desire.
I gasp when he spanks my ass, jolting me into the vehicle. He flattens his palm, gripping a handful and squeezing enough that it’s almost painful. My hardening nipples rub against the fabric of my bra.
“Derrick,” I moan, watching my breath fog against the sleek black exterior.
My borrowed leather pants create a cracking sound when he does it again. I knew he was holding back when I had my mouth around him earlier, but this roughness has my heart slamming and a filthy smile peeling across my lips.
He turns my face toward his with one hand and cups my hip with the other. I brace myself against the vehicle and grind my ass into his pelvis, relishing his thick erection pressing into me, hard and ready. This won’t be gentle; we’re too pent-up and willing to give each other a hot, rough release.
