Dirty Work - Regina Kyle Page 0,46

way into my hair. “No work for a whole day?”

She arches into me, making her full, round, fucking flawless tits even more prominent. And more appetizing. I can’t help myself. I lower my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth through her shirt. When I draw back, I admire my handiwork, her pale pink nipple and rosy areola clearly visible through the wet white cotton.

“Not only is it a deal, Nightingale. How about we sweeten the pot with a little bet?”

“You mean like strip Scrabble?” She rolls me onto my back, straddles me and whips off her top, leaving those beautiful breasts covered only by a lacy lavender bra. “News flash. You don’t need a bet to get me out of my clothes.”

“Duly noted.” I like this playful, take-no-prisoners Ainsley. I run my hands up shapely calves, over smooth thighs, to her hips, where I hold on for dear life. Now that I have her where I want her, no way am I letting her go. “But I was thinking more winner gets to decide where we go on our next date.”

“Date?” she asks, her voice husky.

“I don’t know what you think we’ve been doing, but movies, museums, theater in the park, even that damn drag diner—they all qualify as dates in my book. Especially when they’re followed up by wall-banging sex.”

Hell, now that I think about it, this is the most time I’ve spent with a woman in ages. Maybe ever. I’m more of a serial dater. I haven’t been serious about anyone in a long time. Work’s made that impossible.

Which proves she’s got a point about stopping to smell the daffodils. It’s only one day. What could happen in twenty-four hours? Negotiations have stalled on the Miami deal. And Connor can handle anything else that comes up.

“Okay.” Ainsley’s eyes flash with amusement as she rolls her hips, moving against me. “You’re on. The clock starts—”

She reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slide down her arms, and she takes it off, dropping it to the floor with the clothes we knocked off the bed earlier. “Now.”

Not one to waste time—or a set of tits as spectacular as hers—I switch our positions again, shifting us to our sides so I can shuck off my T-shirt, shorts and boxer briefs. Once I’m naked, I concentrate on her, peeling off her denim cutoffs and pretty panties—lavender, the same shade as her bra—and leaning over to kiss her other nipple.

“Again,” she says, and she doesn’t have to ask me twice. I trace a damp circle around her nipple with my tongue, then draw it into my mouth and suck. She lets out a sexy, throaty moan that goes straight to my cock, making it leak on the ridiculously expensive eighteen-hundred-thread-count sheets.

She tastes good. Damn good. Like honey and lemon. But I’m a greedy bastard, and I want more. I want to taste her everywhere. So I kiss my way down to the neatly trimmed landing strip above her sex.

Ainsley digs her fingers into my hair and yanks hard, stopping me. “Not that. Not now. I want you to fuck me.”

“Taste first.” I untangle her fingers from my hair and settle between her legs. “Fuck later.”

“But—”

I kiss the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, then turn my attention to her sweet pussy. At the first long, slow lick her protests fade and her head falls back on her pillow.

I’ve always enjoyed going down on women, but this is different. My dick is hard as a steel spike, and I swear I could come just from eating her out. But I ignore that horny fucker because it’s all about her pleasure right now, not mine.

Her hands clutch at the sheets and her breath is coming in quick pants that have her breasts heaving. When I sense that she’s close, I slow down. Her back arches and she grinds against my face with a frustrated groan. I chuckle into her folds, which only makes her groan louder and grab my head, pushing it deeper into her.

Who am I kidding, thinking I’m in control here? The woman wants to come, and I’m not strong enough—or stupid enough—to deny her. I follow her not-so-subtle suggestion, increasing the pressure and speed of my licks and kisses until she climaxes on my tongue.

“Wow,” she says when her body finally stops spasming and she’s lying limp and satisfied on the bed. “That was—”

“Just the beginning.” I press a kiss to the spot where her hip meets her