The Best Kind of Trouble
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“Have you looked in the mirror?”
He stood, slowly dragging the zipper down, each click of the teeth nearly a drumbeat in her head.
“I have to laugh at that comment when you’re spread out on my couch like the most luscious piece of cake a man ever saw.”
He was a ruthless flatterer.
“Doughnut may be more apt.”
He laughed again as he pushed his jeans down his legs, along with shorts.
“I see you wore underwear today.”
“I do from time to time. How did you know I didn’t?”
His c**k tapped his belly, it was so hard. The belly was hard, too. She sighed her pleasure at the sight of him. “You and I went naked swimming just a few days ago. A gal notices things like that.”
He was tall. Hale and hearty. She cocked her head, taking him in. Flat, hard muscle covered his body. It was a testament to living on a ranch she supposed, but damn, he looked good. Both of his ni**les were pierced; silver bars running through each. He had a number of tattoos, far more than he’d had before.
“Wait.” She got to her feet, wildly flattered by the way he looked at her.
“I’d rather leap on you.” He leaned in and took a deep breath at her neck, kissing her there.
“You looked at my ink, I want to look at yours. Then you can leap. Though I’d really like to get this—” she grabbed his cock, squeezing it “—in my mouth first.”
He groaned. “Hurry up, then.”
She looked at the owl, wings stretched across his back and the muscles of his shoulders. There were subtle shadings of red and green here and there on its feathers. Masculine and yet, still focused on the inherent beauty of flight and the feathers. “This is fantastic work.”
“Thanks. It’s relatively new. A friend of my sister-in-law runs a tattoo shop in Seattle. He’s a freaking genius.”
On his right biceps, he had a tattoo of a wing; there was another on the left. “What bird is this?”
“Peregrine falcon.”
“Birds, huh?”
On his hips he had musical notes. “First gold record, Try Me. On the left is first double platinum, Ride.”
“I love that one.”
“You listen to our music?”
“Hard not to. You’re sort of a big deal. And you’re good.”
He had a labyrinth on his right thigh.
“It’s one I walked at a really hard time in my life. Whenever things get bad or overwhelming, I just look down.”
He got to her and she was past freaking out over it. His charisma scared her without a doubt. But she was charmed, and she wanted more.
She kissed his shoulder, and he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“I have condoms right there in that little table. I think you should grab one and then ride me. Right here. Right now.”
She raised a brow as she looked at the table he indicated.
“I just put them there earlier today because I live in hope. It’s not my f**k-company table or anything.”
It was exactly the right thing to say. She pushed him back to sit on the couch before grabbing a condom. But she didn’t use it right then.
“First things first.” She put the pillow between his feet and he grinned.
“Oh, that. Well, I’m not going to argue with a really good idea.”
She got to her knees, and he had to count to fifty to keep from blowing just from the sight of it. She licked up his thigh, her gaze locked on his, and he gulped at the carnality in it. She knew exactly what she was doing, which made it even hotter.
This was a woman who owned what she wanted.
This was the woman he’d been with years before.
Then she licked up the line of his cock, and he huffed out a breath, giving in to his desire to get his hands in her hair. He loved the cool softness of it against his skin. That her mouth was currently on his c**k certainly didn’t make it worse.
She teased him, taking her time. He’d been so eager to get inside her, he’d been in a blind rush. But this...this allowed him to wallow in the pleasure of the entire experience. She was doing to him what he’d done to her.
Her taste had been so freaking good; the sounds she made had been so hot, he hadn’t wanted it to end. But it was the way her pupils had swallowed the color in her eyes when he’d told her he was in charge that had nearly killed him. She was so controlled, so in charge, he hadn’t been sure how she’d react to his tease.
Her mouth was so hot and wet as she swirled her tongue around the head and took him so deep he grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair.
She moaned around his cock, and it vibrated to his brain.
He was torn. This was good. Like really, really good. She was a goddess here, her curves on display for him, those pretty blond curls bent over his lap, mouth on him. But he had been dreaming of being in her since he’d bumped into her at the café over a month before.
Once she scored her nails over his balls, he made a choice. He urged her back with his hands on her shoulders. “Wait. Stop. I want in you.”
She pulled off with a slight pop of sound and licked her lips. “You were in me.”
He swallowed hard as he grabbed the condom, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on quickly. “Now I can be in your pu**y. Come on and ride.”
She scrambled, straddling his lap. One-handed, she reached back to hold him where she wanted, and then he nearly blacked out when she slowly lowered herself on him.
“Jesus.” Orgasm clawed at his guts, and he pushed it back because there was no way he’d finally gotten here, inside this woman, to come in a minute like he was sixteen.