His touch was commanding, yet gentle and tender at the same time. Her muscles clenched and trembled under his erotic assault.
As he indulged in her body, she could feel the pressure building inside her, coming to a peak.
“Mmmm… That’s it, sweetheart. Let me taste you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, her body tightened and she orgasmed right there, right into his mouth. He gripped her hips, absorbing her tremors.
He spent a long moment lapping up her cream. When her body stopped convulsing, he climbed to his feet. “It’s not your pussy. You taste like honey. Any man would lose himself in your sweetness. See for yourself.” He put his mouth over hers and kissed her, long and deep. His tongue seared her mouth, scorching her with his heat, leaving his mark. She moaned as her hands eagerly surfed over his body.
He broke the kiss and brushed her hair from her forehead. “So you see, Taylor, you’re perfect. And now that your pussy is all shaved, you’re ready to pull on your sexy red dress and head on over to The Hose.”
When he stepped back, she stole a peek at her newly shaved pubis. Shocked at what she saw, she shot him a glance. “I thought—”
He gave her a sheepish look. “I accidentally shaved it all off.”
She arched a brow. “Accidentally?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
She took another look at her smooth pubic area and gently stroked herself. “Mmm, I kind of like that. It feels so soft.”
She watched his eyes darken. “Yeah, that’s my favorite.” His nostrils flared as he drove his hands into his pockets and took one step backward. “If you still have your heart set on playing a pick-up game at The Hose then you’re all ready to go.”
When she heard the mischief in his voice, her head came up with a start. Her eyes met his and he shot her a suggestive look, one filled with the promise of things to come.
It suddenly occurred to her that Christian had just turned the tables on her. Her hunky playboy neighbor was letting her know that he was now calling the shots, not her. She had to admit, it excited the hell out of her.
Deciding to play along, to see where this led them, she climbed from the counter. “Thanks for all your help. I guess I’ll see you later then?”
With his expression hot, wild and lethal, he shrugged. “I still have that game of one on one to play.”
She didn’t miss the double entendre. His words sent a tingle along her nerve endings. “Okay, let’s hope my new image gets me the attention I’m looking for. Wish me luck.”
The gleam in his eyes turned wicked. “You don’t need it.”
4
Oh no, luck wasn’t what she needed. Not at all. What she needed was a good spanking for teasing the shit out of him.
But hey, two could play that game.
If she had her heart set on going to The Hose who was he to stop her? He had no intention of thwarting her plans, and every intention of making sure he was the guy in her bed tonight.
After Taylor left, Christian made his way back to the bathroom and turned on the shower, knowing he had to give his dick what it had been craving all night before he went up in a burst of flames. If he didn’t take the edge off, he’d detonate like a goddamn firecracker the minute he sank into her heat. And boy, oh boy, did he ever plan on sinking into her heat.
As the hot needlelike spray hit his body, his hand drifted downward and closed around his thickening cock, working to release the pressure building inside him. He drew a sharp breath and shifted restlessly, using long, even strokes over his shaft. Goddamn, it felt good. So fucking good…
A low groan crawled out of his throat and his palm picked up tempo, his other hand sliding lower to stroke his aching balls.
He closed his eyes, letting his imagination take him on an erotic journey as he diligently worked his way toward climax. He conjured up the erotic, naked vision of Taylor, standing before him, his for the taking. Her legs spread wide, her pussy cleanly shaven, exposing her lush, blood-engorged clit. Christian licked his lips, savoring the taste of her as it continued to linger on his tongue.
As he thought about what he planned to do to her later, when he had her sprawled across his bed, juices dripped from his slit, and his balls constricted.
The first thing he’d do was strip that gorgeous body of hers bare, and spend a long time just looking at her, until she begged him to take her.
And take her he would.
He’d gather her into his arms and lick her beaded nipples until they hardened in his mouth. Then he’d suck on her tight peaks until she cried out in heavenly bliss.
Once his mouth had had its fill, he’d move between her legs, press a hot kiss to her pussy and ravish her with dark hunger. With his face moving between her thighs, he’d inch open her pink lips and hungrily tongue her sweet spot.
“Jesus,” he whispered under his breath, clinging to the sexy image. He envisioned himself manipulating her lush clit, sucking and raking his teeth over her engorged nub. When she cried out in painful pleasure, he’d change tactics and use the soft blade of his tongue to soothe the sting left behind.
He’d push one finger deep inside her, brushing over her G-spot, slow and steady until she quaked, shuddered and orgasmed beneath him, then he’d lap up her milky sweet cream. After drinking in every delicious drop of her feminine nectar, he’d drive his cock between her hot, pink lips and ride her with wild abandonment.
Senses exploding, Christian dragged in air. With his orgasm merely a few strokes away, his hands
