Page 34 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
All day.
Ever since I walked away from her on Tuesday night.
She glides her hand over my back before grazing her palm over my butt. I groan and tear my mouth from hers. I don’t want to ask the question, but I’m not a total arsehole. “Do you want me to leave, Mac?”
The tip of her tongue licks her bottom lip, and I’m mesmerized.Don’t tell me to go.
“No.” It’s a smoky whisper, which does nothing to cool the lust burning through me.Nohas never sounded so damn good.“Do youwantto leave?”
My laugh is hoarse as I untangle our fingers and wind my arm around her. She gives a provocative wiggle, and my dick’s so damn hard I can barely function, never mind think of all the reasons why I should go right now. “Does that feel like I want to leave?”
Fail…
“I just want to be sure.” Her breath drifts across my jaw, another form of pleasurable torture. “I think we need this…”
Our kiss this time is hungry and raw, and claws through every last shred of sense I possess. She pulls my shirt from my jeans and the touch of her fingers against my naked back fries my mind.
Without breaking our kiss, I grasp the collar of my shirt.This isn’t gonna work.I pull back, panting, rip the shirt over my head, and fling it across the floor. She laughs, a breathless sound, and I grin back. “You like?”
She scrapes a fingernail along my pecs, and goddamn, it’s good.
“Guess I know how you got these scars, now.” There’s a soft smile on her face. Never guessed something so simple could be such a turn-on. “Extreme sports, huh?”
“I got smashed up the second time I went mountaineering. Never make the same mistake twice, that’s my motto.”
What the fuck are you doing now, then?
This isn’t a mistake. No way. Even if it is, I don’t bloody care.
She kisses me, right above my left nipple, and I let out a choked groan.
“Could take me a while, to kiss all these scars better.”
“Yeah, and I’d be dead before you’re done.”
She glances at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “What a way to go.”
Any other time I’d agree. Right now, I wouldn’t last that long. My fingers spear through her hair. It’s as soft and silky as I remember. “I can think of a better way.”
“A girl could take that the wrong way.” She circles my nipple with her finger, and it’s hard to remember what we’re even talking about. “Tell me what could be better than having me kiss youall over.”
The way she breathes those last two words sends all my primal instincts straight into the gutter. I tighten my grip on her head, pulling her head back, and her gasp dives straight to my dick.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” My lips brush hers, and it’s crazily arousing.
“I don’t.”
“Gonna hold you to that.” I graze kisses along her jaw and press my mouth against the erratic pulse in her throat.What was I saying?“After I’ve kissedyoueverywhere.”
“I won’t say no to that.” She arches her back, and I want her soft and naked in my arms. With a growl, I release my possessive grip on her head and pull off her T-shirt.
I suck in a sharp breath. She’s wearing a dark blue bra with silver stars, and her cleavage is fucking insane. I can’t drag my eyes away. She’s gonna kill me.It might be worth it.“Gorgeous.” My voice sounds like I smoke a hundred a day.
She wriggles out of her jeans, and any good intentions left in my brain unravel. Did I just die and go to heaven?
My gaze slides down her body. Her matching dark blue knickers are tied at her hips with ribbons, and the lacy material forms a perfect V, as though showcasing her sexy navel piercing.
It’s like a siren’s call, and I fall to my knees, my hands cradling her hips. Her piercing glints at me, a curl of gold with a sapphire blue stone.So hot.I press my lips against her flesh and flick my tongue over the gem. She shudders and grips my head, keeping me where she wants me.
