Page 30 of Bad Boy for Hire
She reached for the buttons on his collared shirt. A shiver shook her shoulders, either from the chill on her bare skin or from excitement. Maybe a bit of both. As she slipped each shirt button free, her hands began to shake. And when she parted the fabric to reveal a chest she’d seen but had never touched, she was breathless.
She spread her fingers over his pectorals. His skin was warm and smooth, save for the scant bit of hair there. He untucked his shirt, which joined the pile of clothes.
Their clothes. Tangled in a heap.
Mmm. She liked that.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of touching you?” She smoothed her hands down his torso, over the bumps of his abs, and back up again.
“Fuck. Don’t tell me that.” His eyebrows were closed over his nose like he was angry, his mouth pinched. “I would have let you, you know.”
“I know. I wasn’t letting myself have nice things at the time.”
“Tonight, that changes.” He cupped her breasts and pushed them together, abrading her nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs again. “You like that.”
It wasn’t a question. When he touched her like that, her eyes sank shut and her head fell back. “Very much.”
He continued gently pulling and tugging while she squirmed in place. Her hands reached forward of their own accord to unbuckle his belt. She might come from his touch alone if she wasn’t careful.
Overly eager, she silently warned herself again.
She cupped the bulge pressing against his suit pants and then drew down the zipper to give him room. When she glanced down, his member was saluting her, tall and proud. Her throat thick with want, she gripped his erection and gave it a firm squeeze.
A sharp exhale left his lips, ragged and filled with need. He kept his eyes on hers, the column of his throat working as he swallowed. She stroked him over his briefs, once, twice, admiring the view of his bitable neck beneath that neatly trimmed red-blond beard. He seemed to forget what his hands were doing. His thumbs and forefingers had frozen in place, her nipples loosely gripped between them.
Impatient to see the rest of him, she peeled down the waistband of his briefs and freed his cock. Oh. It was thick and long, curly, dark reddish hair at the stalk. The tip was round and pleasing, begging for her attention. She licked her lips.
“Jesus, woman.” He cupped her jaw with one hand, his nostrils flaring.
“It’s really something,” she told him with an unsteady smile.
He didn’t smile. Maybe he couldn’t. He moved his hand to hers and encouraged her to stroke him again—this time with nothing between them. She did as he wished, her own center going creamy with need. He was firm and solid beneath her palm, filling her hand.
She was half angry that she hadn’t allowed herself this pleasure until now. The other half of her was elated that she’d had the sense to say yes tonight.
“Okay, okay. Not going to last long if you keep that up.” His grin was wicked even as he said those words, hinting that he could keep it up as long as she could. But she didn’t blame him for pulling her hand away. She was ready for more as well.
He took off his shoes and socks and then his pants, discarding them to one side. He stalked toward her, completely naked. She fidgeted, twisting her fingers in indecision.
Her eyes skimmed the ink on his left arm, committing the bold lines to memory.
She didn’t know what to do first. So many options appealed…
“Panties off.”
The command sent a flood of desire through her body. She rolled the lace panties down her legs.
“Sit,” he instructed.
She did, her breasts bouncing with the movement. He leaned over her, his fists sinking into the mattress on either side of her thighs. Against her mouth, he said, “Climb a little higher.”
She scooted higher, wriggling her way up the mattress. He followed on all fours, those incredible shoulders flexing like a jungle cat’s. Lord, she hoped she would survive this. It’d been a hot minute since she’d been this excited. She couldn’t recall literally shaking from pent-up desire before tonight.
“I cannot wait to taste you. Might not be back up here for a while.” He winked. “That okay with you?”
“Uh-huh.” She would have rolled her eyes at his presumption but lost the strength when he took her nipple onto his tongue. Her legs fell open, welcoming his body between them. His wet, hot mouth moved from one nipple to the other while she leaned on her elbows, head dropped back, enjoying every bit of it.
He didn’t linger there, instead peppering kisses onto her belly on his way south. He ran a finger along her damp seam, parted her folds, and then erased her mind.
