Blacklisted (Loveless, Texas #3) - Jay Crownover Page 0,113

the already damp head. He shifted so he could clutch at my hair when I started to circle my tongue around the leaking slit as I lightly squeezed the wide base. I knew what he liked now, knew that he liked things both soft and hard. The dual sensations always seemed to make him lose his mind. I traced along the heavy vein on the underside of the rigid flesh and grinned at the wet kiss of the tip against my cheek. I always felt so powerful, so desired and loved, when I knew he was responding to me as strongly as I always responded to him.

I took him into my mouth, sliding my mouth down as far as I could without gagging. I found a comfortable rhythm, bobbing my head up and down as his big, strong body writhed underneath my hands and mouth. I sucked until my cheeks hollowed and his entire length was wet and slippery. I could tell he was getting close to completion when he started pulling my hair and when his hips lifted haphazardly from the bed.

It was music to my ears when he moaned my name and I couldn’t tell if he was begging me to stop or urging me to keep going. I pulled off of him with a sexy pop and got to my feet, so I was standing between his legs. He looked like some kind of ancient warrior, lying there, waiting there to be serviced and satisfied. When he reached for me, I shimmied out of his grasp so I could lift the hem of my dress up and slid my fancy, lacy panties down my legs.

Shot gave me a quizzical look when I climbed on the bed and hovered over him, my legs on either side of his hips. The silver dress slithered across my skin and pooled in a silky puddle around where I was braced over him. There was something undeniably sexy about having him under me, completely naked and exposed, while I was still mostly covered up.

I put a hand on the center of his chest as I reached the other one between our bodies. I let out a little moan when I dragged the tip of his erection through my already wet folds and felt it nudge and press against all the right places.

Shot chuckled and I felt the vibration blast through all of my nerve endings. “If you aren’t careful, you’re going to have to change your dress before you go.” Sex with him could be soft and sweet, but it could also be rough and messy. I liked both variations, as long as he was the one I was with.

“I have another dress.” What I didn’t have was the patience to worry about ruining this one if I got a little too into the moment. I liked it when things got a little messy and we had to clean everything up afterward.

Shot’s big hands locked onto my hips in an almost punishing hold. He lifted me up a little bit, reminding me just how strong and forceful he could be. The material of my dress slid across my skin, which was an unexpectedly erotic kind of caress. The heat and hardness of his hands clashed with the soft, slippery material. The contrasting sensations had my skin feeling like it was on fire as my blood blazed underneath.

He lifted his hips in a powerful upward thrust just as I started to sink down onto his waiting shaft. He instantly went as deep as he possibly could, filling me up and spreading heat throughout my body. I gasped at the sharp pleasure and curled my hands into fists where they rested on his broad chest. I rocked forward and rotated my hips as I sank back down.

Shot’s long eyelashes fluttered and his fingers dug even deeper into my hips. His eyes watched my every little expression as I started to ride him in earnest. Spending all that time on the back of his bike once we’d gotten our relationship back on track had proven beneficial. I’d learned to move with him instinctively, with a rhythm that was bound to make us both lose our minds.

One of his hands snaked under my dress and found my own raised scar. He always touched it, traced it, caressed it. I thought it might be his favorite part of my body because that scar meant I was still here. It meant I could fight with him. I could