Shame the Devil (Portland Devils #3) - Rosalind James Page 0,123

have sex like this.”

Well, yeah. He could probably help her out with that.

First, though …

He got a leg around her hip and flipped her. His palms on either side of her shoulders, and now, he was the one doing the kissing.

No slow, sweet teasing this time. He was moving right down her body. He was going right there.

He said, just before his mouth closed over her, “This is one hell of a secret weapon.”

He could almost hear her satisfied smile. “I know. You can’t believe how good it feels. Walking around, even, if I start thinking. … bad thoughts. Doing the machines at the gym? Oh, yeah. And I have a feeling that riding a bike could get embarrassing.”

“No,” he said, and gave the silver ring a gentle little tweak. “I mean for me. If you’re bad, all I’ve got to do is hold onto this, and …”

She gasped and tightened, and as soon as she did, he had a finger inside her. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ve got you now, don’t I?”

“Yes. Yes.” It was a gasp. “Harlan.”

In another second, he was going to be too busy to talk. Right now, though, he messed with her a little bit more and said, “Did you think about me, when you got this? The first time you played with it?”

The tension in her thighs. The quickening of her breath. “Y-yes.”

That barely visible swell of belly. Her white skin, and all the secret pink of her. That little silver ring, and that black bead. He said, “Then come on. Show me it’s mine.” He lowered his mouth to her, and she came apart. Stiffening. Spasming. Her head thrashing. Trying to stifle her cries against her hand.

Holy shit.

She’d been thinking two things since she’d gotten the piercing, which had been about three days after she’d said goodbye to Harlan on the tarmac. To be honest, she’d been thinking about that piercing ever since she’d researched the less extreme ones Dyma wanted.

You could say the idea had captivated her. How would it feel to be that sensitive? That stimulated? She’d wanted so much to know, and she’d known she didn’t dare.

This time, she’d dared. And then she’d thought those two things. First, that she was crazy. It hurt a lot to have it done, and once she did, she realized she’d never be able to show anybody. She’d be too embarrassed. How was she even going to get changed after her shower at the gym? Why would a woman go around being invisible for thirty-four years and then do this?

The second thought was even more dismaying. How much she wanted Harlan to see it. How much she wanted to have him lie over her, to look her over slowly, like she was his, and touch it. To decide that it gave him license to play with her. It had been a fantasy, but it had sure worked.

He said, now, his voice rougher than she’d ever heard it, like he was holding back, and he couldn’t stand to, while he kept his hand there, kept her focused right on the spot, “What’s going to feel good with that? What’s going to hurt you, being pregnant? Tell me. I need information.”

“Uh …” She tried to concentrate. It wasn’t easy. “Anything that you do is going to be …” He blew on the piercing, then tongued it, and her legs stiffened.

Oh, my god. She was going to come again. “A … amazing,” she got out. “It makes me, ah … so sensitive. Do what you … want. Tell me, and I’ll do it. Just be gentle with my breasts. Please.”

He sighed. It came from all the way down deep. She felt it, because she had her hands on his shoulders.

“Then,” he said, “let’s go.”

He was gentle. He was also demanding, and inventive, and thrilling as hell.

When he had his hands around her ankles, pulling her back into him, then his hands around her thighs, and her face was pressed into the mattress while he was driving hard. When he was talking to her, giving her orders, telling her everything she wanted to hear, and her hand was underneath her, helping herself out? She came so hard, it almost hurt.

When she was riding him slow and he was pulling her into him, saying, “Show me how you play with that thing,” then watching her while she did it? She threw her head back, tightened around him, and came even harder. She had to bite down on her hand to