Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,130

been she was going to tell him she didn’t want to see him again. She met his gaze. "After he left me, he married a blonde with breasts the size of basketballs and a stomach you could probably bounce a quarter off of. He told me he didn’t want to see me any more because he was done doing me a favor."

"Oh, Lila." He could see the pain in her eyes and wanted to smash the other guy’s teeth in.

She blinked rapidly, clearing away a sheen of tears. Despite her obvious distress, her voice was strong. "He was a jerk. You’re not."

"Lila, you’re intelligent, funny and beautiful. Any guy who couldn’t see that is more than a jerk. He’s a moron."

She bit her lip and ducked her head before looking up at him again. "Thank you. I’m not beautiful, but thank you."

He’d been with plenty of skinny women who complained of being fat, gorgeous women who obsessed over tiny imperfections noticeable only to themselves, and women who downplayed their intelligence so they didn’t intimidate the men they dated. He didn’t get the impression Lila was fishing for compliments, or talking about bad qualities to emphasize the good.

He kissed her. "You’re beautiful."

She blushed. "Stop."

"Do you really think that’s what matters to me?"

She stared at him for a moment before replying. "I think you are used to being with a certain type of woman, Tom. And I’m not…I’m not that type of woman."

She sure wasn’t. "But that’s what I like about you."

Lila ran a hand along his arm, up to his shoulder, then tousled his hair. "That I’m not a sexpot?"

He kissed her hand. "I didn’t say that."

Lila sighed and wriggled closer to him to put her head on his shoulder. Her voice was soft when she answered him. "One step at a time, Tom, okay?"

Another of his own lines come back to haunt him. "Okay."

Her breath heated his chest while her hand stole up to caress his bare skin. "You are the one who’s beautiful, not me."

"Men can’t be beautiful."

"Gorgeous then."

She traced the outline of his nipple with one fingertip. It stood erect at her touch. Tom put his hand over hers to stop her from moving more. He waited until she looked at him quizzically before speaking.

"Is that all I am to you, Lila?"

She licked her lips, then chewed lightly on the soft flesh. "At first."

"What about now?"

"I have a good time with you. A really good time."

He didn’t want to push her further, not when she looked like she was about to run away at any moment. One step at a time, she’d said. He nodded.

"I have a good time with you, too."

She smiled and moved her hand again over his nipple. She bent to lick it, and the sensation of her hot, wet tongue on his flesh made his dick stir. She pushed him back on the bed and took him in her mouth, all the way to the base of his cock, so far down she could kiss his balls. When she did, he lifted his hips, and she backed off.

"Want me to stop?" she asked teasingly.

"Hell, no."

"Good."

She bent back to lick and suck him, and in just moments, he was like a teenage kid, ready to explode. He put a hand on her head. "Hold off. I don’t want to come yet."

Lila sat up, her smile glistening. "That’s something you don’t usually hear."

"I want to make love to you first."

"Ah." The smile widened. "That’s okay."

"But first I want to lick you."

Her smile faltered, but the heat in her eyes blazed. She swallowed and licked her lips again while she took a deep breath. At first he thought he’d made a mistake, that he’d frightened her again, but without another word, Lila straddled him, bent to kiss him, then slid her body up along his, until his mouth could reach her.

Tom put his hands on her hips and kissed her. She sighed when he did, and she trembled, but she didn’t pull away. He slid his tongue along her folds and found the spot he knew brought her the most pleasure. She sighed again, louder this time. He cupped her buttocks as he licked her, and she tensed and relaxed as her hips began to move against his tongue.

Lila’s head fell back, and her gorgeous brown curls fell down over her back to graze his knuckles. He wanted to tangle his hands in the silken tangle, but couldn’t the way they were. He had to content himself