Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,42

my spine against the wall. Or with him on his knees before me while he pushed up my skirt.

The surprise came in when he lifted both my legs onto his shoulders and held me up just with his absurdly big hands.

Being small sometimes came in pretty useful.

“God.” It was the only thing I could manage when he found me with his mouth. And tongue. And even a little bit of teeth, just the edge of them against my already swollen clit. The jolt had me rearing back against the wall, but his hold didn’t falter. Not even when he moved just that much lower to slip his tongue into me. Way in, so that I was left shuddering with the first slow slide.

It wasn’t just what he was doing. It was the sounds he was making deep in his throat. Rumbles of desire and appreciation that were so hot I could’ve come from that alone.

Instead, it only took a couple tongue thrusts and his lips sealing around my clit before I was a goner, helplessly lost and quivering as I dug my nails into the wall for purchase.

It took a minute for him to stop. Maybe a lifetime. Time had no place in my world anymore.

He set my still-trembling legs on the floor and moved up my body. My hair was a tangled mess across my face, and I didn’t even know if my hands had helped make it that way. Tearing at myself before letting all of that out seemed entirely reasonable in this moment.

Carefully, he untangled the strands and parted them until he could look into my eyes. Seeking something that didn’t scare me here and now. “There you are. Hi.”

“Hi.” It was probably stupid to be shy after you’d come in a guy’s mouth after approximately two minutes. Yet here I was.

Then he framed my face in his hands and kissed me with lips that tasted deliriously like me, and I wasn’t shy anymore. I was ravenous.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and boosted my legs onto his hips and held on while he staggered toward the nearest piece of furniture that could support us. He almost tried the glass end table first before redirecting toward the long couch. We went sailing back onto it, and his head hit the arm with a sizable thunk. I moaned in sympathy while simultaneously trying to rub out the hurt and sucking on his tongue.

Evidently, he cared less about his possible concussion than slipping free the couple of tiny buttons on my top and letting free the one thing nature had not been stingy on when it came to my curves.

My ass was decent. My breasts, especially considering my petiteness? A bounty I could not deny. It helped balance out all the damn freckles.

He wasted no time in opening my bra clasp. “Jesus, Teagan. You’re fucking stunning.” He cupped me in both hands, but he looked at my face instead of what he held. “Do you know that?”

I didn’t have time to answer before he was hauling me off him and then dragging me down the hall.

Okay, reroute to bedroom. I could deal.

But no, he drew me into the bathroom and slapped on the lights. The brightness made me shield my eyes as he pulled me into the cavernous room and shut the door.

On the back of it was a full-length mirror.

Immediately, I turned away.

I liked my body most of the time. I knew that made me lucky, because that wasn’t true for many. But I wasn’t confident enough to face the glass when everything was on display with a new lover standing behind me—even if that new lover was my best friend.

He didn’t chide me. Didn’t force me. Just touched my jaw until I shifted enough to see myself with him looming behind me. So tall and strong. Dark and powerful even though he was still dressed and I was half naked.

And then I couldn’t look away.

My bra was unclasped but still twisted in my unbuttoned top, and I still had on the costume jewelry I’d worn for the show. He lifted my top over my head and pried off my bra, leaving the glittery jewelry alone.

I felt like I was shimmering just as much.

It would’ve been easy to cross my arms over myself. To not face myself so openly. It was one thing knowing a lot of guys liked a woman bigger upstairs. It was another not to imagine how that heaviness might seem at the wrong