Mr. Bossy Devil - Lindsey Hart Page 0,34

I’m the one who hooks my fingers in my panties, which are a very unsexy, plain white cotton, before pushing them down my legs so hastily that I hear something rip.

Whatever.

I never liked them anyway.

And even if I did…well, whatever.

Raiden’s hands trail up my legs. Both of them. And god, his hands are glorious. Is it weird I could come just from feeling his hands on my legs? I’ve had some sex in my life before. I mean, I’m thirty. I’ve even been lucky enough to date a couple of guys who knew what they were doing. It just never felt…it never felt like this. Just this is already better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I’m more of a lights-off kind of girl. I guess I’d also classify myself as tame in bed. Tame, not lame. I have done some experimenting before—kind of. I think. Anyway, the normal Zoe would be stamping her foot and demanding that someone—and I’m not sure who because it’s an irrational demand—turn off the freaking sun, so it’s not so bright. She’d be running for the shelter of the trees because it’s maybe a little more shadowy and shady in there.

Maybe some of the shadows would cover up the dimple in my left ass cheek or the fact that I shave instead of getting waxed because it’s cheaper, and I’m a wuss and can’t take the pain. I do work out a few times a week, and I know I’m in pretty good shape, but still. Everyone has their insecurities.

When Raiden’s hands pause on my thighs, I look down. He’s looking up at me, seeing me. Not just seeing naked me, but really seeing me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses, and somehow, it doesn’t sound vulgar coming from him. Rather, it sounds wonderful. Now my head is swimming so hard that I think I might have sunstroke and rabies.

“I…I’m seriously n—”

“Don’t even say that. Do not.” Raiden leans forward, and my god, now his breath is exhaling all over my most sensitive place, and it’s making me realize I’m soaking wet because there’s a strange reaction going on down there that feels a lot like wind cooling off your sweat on a hot summer day. “All I’ve thought about is doing this. For days now.”

I gulp. “Days? You’ve thought about eating my…uh…well…for days?”

“Yes. Is that weird?”

“Kind of. I mean—”

“I think it’s hot. If you knew how hard it was to walk around with a fucking pine tree in my pants for a week…”

“Haven’t you ever heard of your hand?” Why did I just say that?

“I tried that. It didn’t work. I need the real thing. I need you.”

“Ouch!” I smack at my thigh on instinct, nearly taking out Raiden’s face. I glance down after moving my fingers away. “Dang mosquitoes.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of them.” True to his word, Raiden swats another away.

“You should have brought a change of clothes,” I say smartly, because of course, right now is the time for sarcasm—with Raiden’s hot as farge face just an inch away from my lady cave. And my lady button. And my lady bits. What the hell am I even thinking right now? Does it all need separate classifications, or does cave just encompass it all?

“Don’t worry. I won’t need them.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Argh!” I slap at a mosquito that just bit at my arm.

Raiden smacks another on my thigh. Suddenly, I’m worried about my butt getting bitten or somewhere more private, but then Raiden moves, and I’m no longer focused on the bugs anymore. I think they could bite me near to death, and I wouldn’t even realize it was happening until I was just one big bite.

“Well, goo…oh. Holy. Wow.” That’s about as articulate as it gets because Raiden’s jaw, which probably hasn’t seen a razor since yesterday, rasps along the inside of my thigh. Even that steals all my oxygen, but then he decides to put his tongue where it matters.

Since there are quite a few places that could potentially count, and no, it’s not my toe or my armpit, I’ll be more specific. He runs his amazing, dextrous, and incredible tongue along my seam, and his breath feels delicious against my overheated skin. Warm against warm. I can freaking feel drops of wetness trickling down my leg.

The second pass he makes with his tongue makes my legs quiver, and I feel like I should be doing this sitting down. Before I embarrass myself and fall over, I grab Raiden’s hair and