Shame the Devil (Portland Devils #3) - Rosalind James Page 0,87

he was, yes, between her legs. Which was a pretty damn good start. He said, “Now slide your arms out of that robe.”

She said, “You can’t … hold yourself up like that, though.”

He lowered himself slowly, until he was a bare couple inches from her face, until his chest was brushing the tips of her breasts, and said, “Remind me. What were your rules for tonight?”

That flush on her cheeks was deeper now, and he spared a moment to think about redheads, and how they couldn’t hide a thing. He wanted to see more of that. He wanted to see her face twist with the force of her orgasm, to see her eyes open wide with surprise and wonder and shock. He wanted everything. For now, though, he’d settle for this.

She said, “That I should …” Another breath in. “Do what you say.”

He lowered himself farther, just enough to kiss her mouth, to feel it opening under his like she couldn’t help it. He deepened the kiss, sent his tongue on a slow, sweet exploration, felt the way she took him in, the way her hands were clutching his shoulders, thought about that other sexual skill of hers, then pressed himself up again and said, “That’s right. You’re doing what I say. So if you want more of that? Take your arms out of there.”

She did. First one arm, then the other, and, yeah, that was what she looked like all the way naked. And waiting. Trembling a little with excitement, too. He let himself stay there and savor that moment. He let her wait a little longer, too. Then he said, “I’m going to kiss you some more. I’m going to touch you. I’m going to explore every single inch of you. Your only job is to lie back and enjoy it. We clear?”

“But you won’t …” She was gasping some now. Nothing but a kiss and a little dirty talk, and he already had her halfway there. “Get enough out of it. I should … I can … If you come up here, I can use my … mouth.”

Some more red in her cheeks. Some more embarrassment.

He shifted his weight to one hand and put the other one over her mouth. “Jennifer,” he said, making it stern, because she loved it. “It’s my birthday. Remember?”

She nodded over his hand, and he sent that hand down and palmed a breast, then let it go and moved down her body. He lowered himself again, and this time, he was sucking on a hard pink nipple. The second he started, she jerked beneath him, and now, he heard the gasp. He let her go and said, “Listen to me. Listen hard. I thought I made this clear, but I obviously need to tell you again. Exactly what you’re going to give me for my birthday.”

“Wh-what?” she asked. Her hands were running over his arms now. Feeling the muscles that would be standing out there, because he’d been up here doing this plank for a long time. It was burning some, and he didn’t care.

He lowered himself again, sucked on the other nipple for a while longer while she shifted beneath him and started to moan, and then he let her go long enough to tell her.

“It’s pretty simple,” he said. “I want to use you like you’re mine. I want to make you come until you can’t do anything but shake, until you think you’re going to lose your mind. And then I want to fuck your brains out.”

He wasn’t kidding. He was taking his time. His mouth, his hands were everywhere. Stroking down her arms, kissing her neck. He stayed on her breasts for a good long while, until she was clutching his shoulders, until her good leg was wrapped around his waist, until she was pulling him into her in frustration.

She said, when she needed to say something, when she needed everything, “Come on. Come on. I’m ready.”

His lazy voice was saying, “I don’t think so,” but he was moving lower. Holding her waist in his big hands, kissing her navel, drifting his slow, leisurely way south. She was gasping, and she was also holding her breath.

He wouldn’t really do all that. Not for long. He wouldn’t want to …

The fire was warm, the light flickering at the corner of her vision. His shoulders were damp, because he was sweating. He smelled like darkness and sin. And he had both hands on her thighs, sliding them down, then up