Troublemaker - Lisa B. Kamps Page 0,33

didn't.

And I couldn't work up enough energy to really care about it.

"What are you thinking?" Dylan's voice was low and husky, the sound rumbling in his chest and echoing in my ear. I snuggled closer and shook my head, enjoying his sharp inhale of breath when the ends of my hair teased his skin.

"Nothing. Just relaxing."

"Hmm." His hand trailed up my arm to the back of my head and I closed my eyes on a breathy sigh as he gently massaged. I could definitely get used to this.

I was already used to this.

Was that dangerous? Of course, it was. I hadn't known Dylan very long and didn't know him very well, but what I did know was more than enough. As long as I kept my guard up and my heart locked away, I'd be safe. That shouldn't be a problem because nobody had ever come close to unlocking my heart.

A little voice inside my head warned that Dylan wasn't nobody but I firmly ignored it. I knew what I was doing, I'd be fine.

"You hungry?"

"A little."

Dylan started to move but I shook my head again, silently asking him to stay. What I hungered for was right here in front of me.

I trailed the edge of my fingers along his chest, gently tracing the outline of his tattoo before dragging my fingers lower. The muscles of his stomach tightened and clenched under my touch and his soft sigh rumbled in his chest. I shifted and moved a little lower, my finger tracing the thin line of hair above his pelvis. Heaven waited for me at the end of the line, evidenced by the growing length of his erection.

I took my time, teasing his warm flesh with that single finger, reveling in the low, eager sounds he made as I moved closer to his cock. His legs shifted, slightly parting as his hips gently rocked toward my touch.

I dipped my finger lower, tracing the soft skin at the crease of his hip before digging my nail into the flesh of his upper thigh. Not hard, just enough to change the sensation of me touching him. He groaned and rocked his hips as his fingers tangled in the ends of my hair.

Over and over I stroked, teasing the flesh of hip and thigh without touching his erection. His groans grew a little louder, a little breathier, with each touch but he didn't hurry me. Didn't make demands. Didn't push my head any lower from where it rested on his hip.

I turned my head and pressed a kiss against his hipbone and was instantly rewarded with a low growl. His fingers tightened against my head but only for a second.

"You're driving me crazy, Morgan."

"Good."

He chuckled and my stomach did a few little flips at the sound. I shifted positions, sliding a little lower, then gently ran the tip of my finger down his hard length. Soft at first, then a little harder. Back and forth, like I had all the time in the world. Wet heat pooled between my legs and I rocked my hips on a low moan before curling my hand around him. He was hard and soft, the skin oddly smooth. A drop of semen glistened on the tip of his cock and I flicked my tongue out, tasting him. He was salty and musky and pure male and I didn't think I could ever get enough of him.

I shifted again, straddling one of his legs before sliding his cock into my mouth. The guttural sound he made was pure sex and the biggest aphrodisiac I could think of. It filled me with power and need, raw and consuming.

I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and licking and tasting. Fingers tightened in my hair as he rocked his hips against me, his body following the rhythm I set.

The wet heat between my legs grew, the heaviness in my pussy begging to be touched. I pressed down with my hips and rubbed myself against his leg but the relief was only temporary, just a tiny hint of the touch I needed.

I eased his cock from my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing and tasting as I looked up at him. Fire burned in the depths of his eyes as he watched me, the expression filling me with a power I didn't expect. I took him into my mouth again and sucked harder, never breaking the intense eye contact.

I shifted again, the growing need between my legs almost