SLOW PLAY (7-Stud Club #4) - Christie Ridgway Page 0,55

that in retaliation for the ‘starchy’ comment?”

“Thanks for reminding me,” he said, and plucked the long-handled, wide-bowled utensil from the crockery jar on the countertop.

As he came closer, she took a step back, and then another. In a quick move, he snaked his arms around her, pressing the spoon to the round of her ass as a device to draw her nearer. Chest to breasts. Her quick inhale pushed them against him and he saw her pupils dilate.

“Mad…” she whispered.

He crushed his mouth to hers.

She gave back as good as she got, the kiss aggressive, her arms twining around his neck in demand. “This, exactly this,” she said against his mouth.

He knew what she meant—what they both wanted. Tonight was about assuaging physical need. Two bodies burning through the chemical combustion that happened when they were together, naked.

Just for that, he might love her.

But of course this wasn’t about those finer feelings at all.

This was about crude, rude, filthy sex.

His fingers dove into the back of her hair, holding her for deep, wet explorations with his tongue, and she was moaning, rubbing herself against the front of him so that his cock ached, hard and pulsing. She shoved up his shirt and he let her push it over his head, the spoon clattering to the floor.

Then her mouth was on his bared skin and he let his head fall back, eyes closing, his hands going to the edge of the countertop to hold on. She traced patterns with her tongue, she flicked his nipples, she took a nip from the skin at his belly, taut with raging desire. Pleasure rocketed through him, each nerve ending tightening into a rabid claw.

Then he felt her fingers at the button of his jeans. The zipper came down. He opened his eyes to see her lowering to her knees, in one hand the squeeze bottle of honey he’d put out for her tea. With a mischievous smile on her mouth, her gaze turned up to his, one brow rising.

If she thought he was going to stop her she was nuts, he thought, as she pushed denim and cotton boxers southward. But no, his wild girl was gauging how well she was slaying him and it was, well, well. His breath caught in his lungs as she lifted the squeeze bottle and let the honey flow, pooling on the head of his cock before slipping down the sides, a cool drizzle compared to the burning heat of his skin.

His fingernails dug into the granite countertop and he cursed under his breath. “Baby.”

She ducked her head to catch the leading drop of liquid and drug her tongue upward, bathing his cock until she reached the crown. Her gaze lifted to his again and he thought he’d die of lust as she took it in the wet heat of her mouth. One hand lifted to cradle his balls.

Then she sucked.

Heat surged through him.

He fought the urge to clamp a hand on her head and to shove his hips forward. Setting his jaw, he let her work at him with her mouth, the suction exquisite, the play of her fingers over his sac a gentle countermove. Watching her cheeks hollow and her lashes flutter down again almost did him in. The sound of his raspy breathing and the wet noises that came from her ministrations only made every sensation sharper. Better.

He might have started begging, but then she slowly let up on him, the pull easing, her tongue going back to caressing, then lapping. With avid eyes, he watched her every move and swallowed a groan as she gracefully got to her feet. With a casual move, she picked up her mug of tea in one hand and then the damn squeeze bottle in the other, turning it upside down to let a lazy line of thick sweetness fall into the mug. Switching her gaze to him, she licked her lips. “Yum,” she said.

A flash of heat burned through him. Out of patience, he toed off his shoes and dispensed with the rest of his clothing. Naked, he took in her wide-eyed expression and felt no remorse for his lack of finesse. Yum, indeed.

“You get undressed now, honey,” he said, leaning down to pick up the spoon.

She eyed it suspiciously. “What are you going to do with that?”

He smacked it against his palm, the splat satisfying. “Incentive,” he said. “I’m in a hurry.”

Mug and honey hit the countertop, but one hand went to her hip instead of her