Christian’s nostrils flared, his cock pulsed and thickened to the point of pain. His blood pressure soared. Knowing he was well past the point of vocalizing anything intelligent, he said, “It’s always good to have a plan.” His gaze shot back and forth between her sweet sex and the sexy pictures in the article.
She tapped the page. “I was thinking about going with the landing strip.” Taylor widened her legs, her fingers tangling in her silky auburn hair. “What do you think?”
The magazine fell from his fingers. He jumped to his feet. The woman was a goddamn sadist and there was only so much sweet torture a man could take.
“Yeah, I…uh…think the landing strip would look good on you,” he muttered. He began to gather her clothes. Fuck, he needed to get her out of there before he tore off his pants, bent her over the sofa and sank his cock all the way up inside her. How was that for a real friend…
Eyes wide and innocent she said, “The only problem is, I’m out of shaving cream, and to be honest with you, I know I’d probably mess it up, or worse yet, cut myself.” She gave an edgy chuckle and stuck her calf out for his inspection. “You’ve seen the mess I’ve made of my legs in the past. So I was wondering…” The suggestive edge in her voice gained his attention.
Jesus H. Christ, was the little vixen toying with him? Seducing him?
With renewed interest, he pitched his voice low and met her gaze straight on. “Wondering what?”
“If you could shave me.”
A slow burn worked its way through his body and settled in his groin. Was she fucking kidding? She wanted him to shave her sweet pussy?
He shook his passion-rattled brain to clear it and took a moment to go over his options. One, get her the hell out of there and get to work on his relieving the pressure building inside him, or two, shave her hot sex and discover if she was playing a seductive little pick-up game with him.
“I know it’s an odd request, Christian, but seeing as you know me better than anyone else and have seen me at my best and my worst, I thought you were the perfect choice to help—”
“I’ll do it.”
3
Shadowing Christian, Taylor followed him into the bathroom. Her whole body trembled despite the warmth in the air. Good Lord, she could hardly believe that the man of her erotic dreams, the same man she’d been lusting after for the last year was about to shave her pussy.
How delightfully kinky.
After they entered the small bathroom, she glanced around and in a sultry tone meant to entice, she asked, “Where do you want me?”
He threw the towel down on the counter and patted it. “Why don’t you have a seat right here beside the sink.” His raspy voice sent a barrage of erotic sensations through her body and she wondered if he could smell her arousal.
His glance swept down the length of her, taking in her goose bumps. He narrowed his eyes; his muscles bunched. “Are you cold?”
Working to sound casual, she pulled in a breath. “No. I’m just anxious to get on with this and make my way to The Hose.”
His mouth curved. “Oh yeah? You really have your heart set on going to The Hose?”
“Yeah, I’m excited to play a little pick-up game with one of the firefighters.”
When she climbed onto the counter and inched her legs open, it brought lust to his blue eyes. She watched his throat work as he swallowed. Damn she loved being the focus of that passion-imbued gaze.
Christian twisted around to grab his razor and shaving cream, and she took that moment to probe for information. Tonight she planned on acting and dressing like the kind of woman he gravitated toward, the kind of woman who drove him wild in bed.
“So tell me, Christian, what’s your favorite color, red or blue? I borrowed a couple of dresses from Megan and I can’t decide what to wear tonight. Which color do you think will get more attention?”
Christian warmed a cloth and insinuated himself between her legs, his primal essence completely overwhelming her as his strong hands gripped her thighs and urged them open. Liquid desire lubricated her sex as his intimate touch seeped under her skin. Fighting the urge to squirm, Taylor braced herself and bit back a breathy moan as her pussy lips widened.
“I’d go with red.” He sank to his knees and adjusted his body until he was mere inches away from her quivering pussy.
As lust stole through her, it took every ounce of strength she had not to buck forward and press her pussy to his mouth, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. But she was enjoying the sexy seduction far too much to give herself away just yet.
Christian took a warm washcloth and dampened her sensitive flesh. Lord, that felt incredible. A moment later he covered her with shaving cream. Perspiration beaded his forehead when he glanced at her. His gaze was dark, turbulent…sensuous.
“I’ve never done this before, Taylor, so you’ll have to bear with me.” He lowered his head between her thighs. An intoxicating mixture of heat and desire curled around her, rattling her right to her very core.
When the cool steel blade touched her skin, and his warm hands surfed over her most private parts, her entire body quaked with need. She gave a broken gasp and arched into his touch.
With deft fingers, Christian shaved her pussy lips, making slow skilled passes over her flesh, taking the utmost care not to mar her delicate skin. Every so often his knuckle would brush over her blood-engorged clit, making her mad with desire. It was the most erotic, mind-blowing thing she’d ever felt.
She angled her head, letting her long curls tumble in silken waves over her bare breasts. As flames surged through her, she drew a
