Toxic Game (GhostWalkers #15) - Christine Feehan Page 0,150

a few hours, we can’t waste time.” Her hands were already on his zipper. She didn’t waste time with his boots, or trying to take off his trousers, she simply opened the jeans and drew the hard length of his cock out.

He loved the way she was so eager for him. He leaned back, eyes half-closed, sipping the whiskey so that fire slid down his throat while she poured fire through his body with her mouth.

“Keep looking at me, baby. I love to watch you. Your eyes. The way your lips are stretched so wide around my cock. You’re gorgeous.” She was.

The way she worked him, tongue dancing and teasing, her mouth sliding and sucking—she was more than talented. And she did have a surprise up her sleeve, just as she’d promised. Her tongue massaged his cock, and then pressed and flicked just under the rim. The motion sent shivers of heat down his spine. He heard himself groan and he couldn’t help but catch at the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper.

She did immediately. She had to feel the way his cock was expanding, growing even harder and thicker in her talented mouth. He groaned again. “That’s it, sweetheart. Don’t stop.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold off.

Her hands stroked his balls and then slid behind them, pressing and caressing, and that was all it took. She sucked and swallowed and the pressure against her tonsils and throat muscles was all too much. His cock roared to life like a violent volcano. She didn’t look away, but kept her eyes on his, so he could see every effort to keep up with his explosion. Her eyes watered, but she devoured him as hungrily as he did her when he had the chance.

She finished slowly and gently, her tongue lapping at him tenderly. Only then, when his body finished shuddering, did he realize he had her hair bunched in his hand and he was holding her tightly over him. One by one he managed to release his fingers.

“Holy fuck, Shylah. I don’t think I’m going to survive if you keep that up.”

She sat up slowly and reached for her drink. “You’ll get so used to it you won’t even think about it.”

The thought that she intended to blow him that often made him happy. He gave her a silly grin and took a shaky sip of his whiskey. “I could be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.” Because it was the truth.

She laughed. “You are. I’m very curious to see what your friends got for us.”

She turned to walk away and Draden quickly got to his feet, zipping his fly as he followed close behind. He reached out, caught the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She looked at him over her shoulder, her hair a sexy slide along her back, curling toward her bottom. From behind her, he could see the long line of her back. His breath caught in his throat. She was his wife. Sexy. Sassy. Playful. Willing to fulfill his fantasies and give him hers.

He stepped close and reached around her to catch at the front of her jeans. His mouth moved over her neck while his fingers unsnapped and unzipped so he could catch the waistband and pull the material down her long legs. He left the wisp of lacy thong but urged her forward with his body, so she stepped completely out of the jeans. Unhooking her bra next, he tossed it on the leather chair.

“You’re not going to need that for the next few hours.”

She turned to him, her hands coming up to cup her breasts, the pads of her fingers sliding over her very erect nipples. “You don’t think so?”

“No, I like you just like this. The panties are optional.”

She laughed, just like he knew she would. “It’s a little cool in here.”

Draden reached out and stroked her nipple, watching the dark haze rise in her eyes. “Cool looks good on you.”

She looked down at his hand, his fingers rolling and tugging her nipple, a little rougher than he’d ever done as she arched her back to give him even better access.

“That feels so good, Draden. When you touch me like that, the burn goes straight through me. Like fire in my veins.”

“I want fire rushing through your body every second of these hours we have.”

“Aren’t you getting undressed?”

He pulled his shirt over his head and bunched the material