Dirty Work - Regina Kyle Page 0,37

of losing his briefs he takes his hand from his cock and grabs my wrist, pulling me closer.

“I like this.” He releases my arm and flicks my bellybutton chain.

“And this.” His finger moves lower, through the neatly trimmed patch of curls above my pussy, making me shiver.

“I showed you mine,” I say, echoing his words from earlier. “Now you show me yours.”

With agonizing slowness, he lifts his hips and hooks a thumb under the waistband of his boxers.

“Tease.” I let out a low moan as I watch him drag his underwear down his powerful thighs and perfectly muscled calves. It should be awkward with only one hand, but that somehow manages to make the agonizingly slow journey even more sexy.

After what seems like an eternity, the briefs hit the floor. He kicks them aside and spreads his legs invitingly. “Straddle me.”

My clit swells at his hotly whispered command. I do as he asks, brushing my warm, wet, center against his equally warm, wet cock as I climb on top of him. The brief contact makes me want more. More skin on skin. More friction and heat. I brace my palms against the back of the chair and lower myself onto him, but he grabs my waist, stopping me.

Something inside me cries out in protest. I’m panting. Desperate. I don’t have time for slow kisses or soft touches. I need him inside me. Now.

I suck in a breath, working up the courage to ask for what I want.

“Please,” I gasp. “Fuck me.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jake

IT’S NOT LIKE me to say no to a beautiful woman. Especially one who’s in my lap, naked and begging me to fuck her.

But there’s a first time for everything. And this is that time.

“What’s your hurry, Nightingale?” I tease, planting an openmouthed kiss in the hollow at the base of Ainsley’s throat that makes her moan. “Somewhere else you need to be?”

“No, but there’s somewhere else I need you to be. Like inside me.”

She tries to wriggle her way down onto my cock, but I shift my weight so she winds up riding my thigh. It brings back images of her in my kitchen, grinding against me until she came, her cheeks flushed and her lips rounded into a perfect O. I’m half tempted to fuck taking it slow and give her what she wants. Like the last time she rode me.

Her eyes close and she lets out her breath on a long, low hiss that’s equal parts exasperation and entreaty, mirroring my own feelings. My dick is screaming for release. But my head—the other one—is telling me it’ll be even better if we take our time getting there.

Putting on the brakes with this woman might just be the end of me. But man, oh man, what a way to go.

“We’ve got all night,” I tell her, running my hand up her side, loving the feel of the curve of her hip, the dip at her waist, the swell of her breast. “And I fully intend to use every last second of it.”

There’s not a whole hell of a lot of talking after that, unless you count our indistinct moans and groans. I touch and taste her everywhere. Palm those tremendous tits. Nibble on her earlobes. Trail hungry kisses from her mouth, to her jaw, down her neck to her shoulder and lower.

She’s just as adventurous, exploring inch after inch of my body with her hands, lips, teeth and tongue. I was right about that naughty tongue stud. The way it feels when she flicks it against my nipples is everything I imagined and more. I’m dying to have it on my cock.

When she gets there, though, it’s not with her mouth but with her hand, reaching between us to encircle me. She slides her thumb through the bead of moisture gathered at the tip, and I jerk back, muttering a string of curse words.

Jesus. If my dick was screaming for release before, now it’s leading a goddamn please-let-me-come parade.

Through some feat of superhuman strength, I manage to ignore the ache in my groin and prolong the torture a few minutes longer. Only when we’re both clutching and grasping at each other like overeager teenagers, panting and past the point of no return, do I give in and push the hand on my cock aside, thrusting upward and burying myself in her sweet pussy.

“Yes.”

The one word—a single syllable, three letters, uttered on a sigh as she rests her forehead against mine—wrecks me. Then she wraps her arms around