wrist, she pulled herself to her knees and stared into his eyes. “Do you think stripping me naked renders me harmless?”
“Are you taking me on?” he asked, more than amused.
She yanked her hand free, which he allowed her to do, but then shoved him backward with her hands pressed against his chest. When he didn’t move she laughed, and pushed harder, this time showing she wasn’t completely defenseless by catching him off guard when he braced himself, and then, instead of shoving, she yanked him forward.
“Such the tough guy,” she said, all grins.
Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she reached with her hand and slapped his ass. Perry jerked up, feeling the smack under denim, and although it didn’t sting, her defiance turned determined and it was clear immediately they needed to establish a few ground rules.
He grabbed her arms, and although she fought him, gritting her teeth and applying all the muscle she had, he forced her hands above her head and pinned her wrists together.
“Don’t do that again,” he warned, brushing his lips over hers as he spoke and adjusting his body so he could rub his crotch between her legs. He imagined what the roughness of his jeans against her sensitive flesh would do accurately when she hissed through her teeth. “Patience will bring you so much, sweetheart. Relax and let me take you to new places.”
“Are you sure you can show me something new?” she asked.
“Do you think I can’t?”
The defiance faded and her features softened. “You probably could.” She twisted her wrists against his palms until he released one hand, which she immediately brought to his face. “I still want you naked if I am,” she suggested, her tone softer.
Maybe Kylie wasn’t used to asking for anything but instead taking what she wanted or needed. He saw that in her nature, and believed possibly it was instilled there from living and working in what was still predominantly a man’s field. He wouldn’t argue he bordered on the old-fashioned side, but she saw something in him she liked or she wouldn’t be here. That realization created a hard, quick urge to please her, give her anything she wanted.
“Not willing to take the patience lesson, huh,” he teased.
God, she was fucking adorable when she wrinkled her nose. “I’ll take it when you do,” she said, her sly smile turning him harder than stone.
Not that he wasn’t already sporting a hard-on from sparring and caressing her naked body. “Trust me, I’m already enduring it.”
She lifted her hips underneath him, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around him, and rubbed her pussy against his crotch. When she purred, he swore he saw stars explode before his eyes. Kylie had no clue how much she tortured him. And she complained he wasn’t being fair.
“You’re asking for trouble.” He didn’t want to be rough with her. In spite of how much he wanted to enjoy her for hours, he was all too aware of his level of exhaustion.
“Trouble?” She sounded disbelieving and ran her foot up the back of his leg. “Do you really think you’re trouble?”
“I think you might not like what I dish out if you keep pushing me.”
Kylie shoved his shoulders, although this time her expression hardened. “Fuck you, Perry Flynn, if you think I’m so fragile I can’t handle it rough.”
Perry pushed himself off her to his knees, before untangling her legs from his thighs and standing. Ripping off his shirt, he then undid his jeans, watching her look turn pensive while he stared into her round blue eyes. Her blonde strands tousled around the pillow underneath her head and she licked her lips, then sucked in her lower lip while her attention drifted to where his hands were.
He gripped his jeans and boxers and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor when he moved to the bed. “I’m more than willing to find out what you can handle, if you are?”
She licked her lips again, her hooded gaze making it hard to see where she focused. “Bring it on, big guy,” she said, her voice rough and tight as her hand drifted down her body and paused over her shaved mound.
“Are you wet?” He grabbed his cock, needing to stabilize himself after the view Kylie offered.
“Soaked.” She bent her knees, pressing her feet into his bed, and shoved a finger inside her, hissing as she did.
“Do you masturbate often?” He could picture her lying alone, playing with her shaved pussy until she cried out, alone and in the dark. He preferred that image over one of her doing this for another man, or fucking another man.
“Sometimes,” she whispered, stroking herself while her finger disappeared and reappeared, coated with come. “How often do you masturbate?” she asked, her attention focused on his cock as he stroked the loose flesh over steel.
“All the time,” he growled, deciding he liked her bold nature. As long as it never got her killed. “But I’m not going to tonight.”
“Good thing.” Her smile brought a flush to her cheeks.
Maybe she wasn’t this bold but trying to impress him. Perry didn’t have a problem taking the time to learn who Kylie Donovan really was. If she would give him that time and not disappear once they caught their guy. Her line of work would insist she do so, though. He wouldn’t dwell on the future right now but instead enjoy what lay on his bed tonight.
Perry knew he possessed more control than most men, but still letting go of his cock and gripping Kylie’s legs, spreading them open, caused all blood to drain from his head.
“I want to taste,” he growled, his voice tight.
Kylie pulled her fingers from her damp pussy and held them out to him, offering the cream clinging to her flesh. He moved closer, leaning down and taking the tantalizing treat. Sucking her fingers into his mouth, he tasted her, the thick, rich cream clinging to his tongue and its erotic aroma floating to his brain like a highly addictive drug. He growled his approval and held her fingers between his teeth, scraping her flesh when he slowly moved backward until they slipped out.
Kylie’s sharp inhale of breath proved he wasn’t the only one affected. And he needed more. “I’m going to make a feast out of you,” he told her, grabbing her legs and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Then sliding off so he knelt on the floor, he breathed in the rich aromatic scent of her. “What a perfect pussy,” he whispered. “So smooth and creamy. Look at how wet you are, sweetheart.”
He glanced up when she moaned. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her hands in her hair, but as he watched she opened them and reached for him.
“Please. Oh, God, Perry,” she whined.
“What, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”
“You, please. Taste me. Touch me.”
“Like this?” He ran his tongue over her entrance, using his fingers to spread open her pussy lips, and then delved inside, licking the thick cream visible around her smooth folds.
“God. Yes. Perfect,” she uttered, still doing her best to drag her fingers into his hair, pin him where he was, and press his face into her heat. “More. I love that. More.”
He dipped inside her again, then ran his tongue around her clit before pressing his lips to the swollen ball of nerves and kissed her. Kylie about jumped off the bed. He gripped her legs, keeping her open and right where she was.
“Do you like that, darling?” he whispered against her flesh.
“Yes. Yes,” she cried, panting hard. “Love it. More.”
“You like your pussy eaten?”
“God, yes.”
“When was the last time a man did this to you?”
“What?” She sounded disoriented and brought her hands to her head again, tangling her fingers in her blonde strands. “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
“Was it with someone you cared about?”
“No,” she said, without hesitating.
“So, a one-night stand?”
