Wet and Reckless (Private Pleasures 4)

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That mouth. He’d never wanted a mouth the way he wanted Roxy’s. Enough to let her use it to torment his throat and jaw while he disregarded every distracted driving law on the books and steered them home with one hand on the wheel and the other inside her blouse, up her skirt, and anywhere else he could reach. Enough to let her tug his T-shirt over his head and sink her teeth into his shoulder while he wrestled the front door open and sent them crashing into the house. When he hiked her up, her arms twined around his neck and her legs encircled his hips. Her skirt retreated to her waist, and his hands slipped under some frilly confection of underwear to get a firm grip on her moving target of an ass. Duly anchored, she settled into his hold and switched to kissing the underside of his jaw.

“My turn,” he rumbled as he navigated them into his bedroom and then braced her against the wall and paid her back in kind with open-mouthed kisses along the side of her neck where she smelled like honeysuckle and tasted like sin. She turned her head and gave him access.

Her pulse drummed a wild rhythm against his lips, enticing him to search out the source of the rapid cadence and see if it pounded just as urgently. He ran his thumb along her collarbone and then dragged his palm down her chest, accidentally snagging a single, stubborn button still securing her blouse. It gave with a soft pop and skipped along the hardwood. “Sorry,” he murmured against her throat but didn’t slow. Instead, he hooked a finger into the front of her bra and tested the clasp nestled there.

“It’s okay. I know how to sew—”

The snap of the clasp breaking cut her off. “Oops,” he murmured. Knowing damn well she could feel his unrepentant smile, he slipped his hand past the now-dangling undergarment to lay claim to the swell of her breast. Her heart hammered against his palm in perfect synchronicity with the echoing pulse under his lips.

“Oops, my ass.” She laughed as he hitched her higher and commenced kissing his way down the center of her chest. “You did that on purpose.” Slim fingers roamed up the back of his neck to sink into his hair. “I think you just committed…I don’t know. Destruction of property or excessive force or something.”

“Those are serious allegations.” He pushed the bra aside and hitched her up a little higher then deliberately bounced her again to prolong the hypnotic sway of her breast—round and full as a raindrop trembling from the tip of a Magnolia blossom. The hand in his hair twisted, her back arched, and her other palm smacked the wall. Incited by all of it, he bared her other breast fully. “Better consult with the eyewitnesses.”

“I hate to disappoint you, Officer, but my tits don’t talk.”

“Roxy, I’m confident they’ll tell me everything I need to know.”

“How do you figure—”

Her body jerked as he closed his lips around her nipple. She clamped her hands to his head and held fast as he took her deeper by increments. Her hips lifted and rocked in restless rhythm. He clenched his abs so she could grind against them and simultaneously torture his hard-on through his jeans with an occasional bump from the underside of her ass.

Despite wanting to go slow and savor her until she melted for him just as sweetly as ice cream on a hot night, her urgency fueled his. All too soon, he was devouring her with wet, not especially gentle gluttony while she writhed in his arms.

He tried to temper himself, to hear past the greedy demands rumbling from his throat to discern whether her breathless replies were “oh…oh…oh pleases” of pleasure or “oh…oh…oh please stop before I really do have an excessive force complaint.” Since he didn’t know the answer, he eased up—or tried to—but the legs wrapped around his waist tightened. Quick fingers stroked his jaw in a distinctly encouraging way, and when he accommodated her silent request and took her deeper still, she ran her fingertip along the seam where his lips met her skin. Something about the caress stirred and enflamed him. He wanted to see her now. See what he did to her.

He relinquished her breast slowly, using suction to hold her between his lips as long as possible as he drew back. Finally, her flesh sprang free. Her little cry of loss inflated his ego and his cock. He placed the faintest kiss to the very tip of the nipple he’d left a glistening, ripe red and then caught her fingertip between his teeth and bit hard enough to show her how much restraint he’d exercised with her more delicate parts.

She bucked against him, nudging the head of his cock again and making him dizzy. “Okay. Oh God. Can I withdraw my accusations?” she murmured and unlatched her ankles from the small of his back.

He got a two-handed grip on her ass and hauled her back up. “I haven’t completed my investigation.” With that, he dipped his head and attended to her other breast, very gently this time just to keep her guessing. When her heels dug into his glutes, he deduced that Roxy’s exquisite tits were equally susceptible to gentle. Gentle worked like a motherfucking charm, if the thunk of the back of her head hitting the wall offered any indication.

“I don’t mean to question your methods,” she panted, “but you haven’t taken my statement yet. It’s on the tip of my tongue.”

Her words didn’t faze him at first. He was too busy finding out how long she could handle him tongue-lashing her nipple before she soaked her panties clean through, but his efforts slowed as the implications sank in. Was this her version of an invitation? For at least one breath, they both stilled. Then her fingers resumed their steady play through his hair, and his heart re-started with new purpose. Only one way to find out what she’d meant by the comment. Moving carefully so as not to disturb the mood, he switched out his mouth for his hand and began strumming the smooth, damp pebble of her nipple with his thumb. “You have a better idea of how I should gather the facts?”

“I’m full of ideas.”

Despite the sassy reply, her long eyelids remained demurely lowered. They shimmered with some muted purple color that deepened to black at her lash-line and reminded him of twilight in the moments before dusk gave way to night. “Are you?”

Dark lashes fanned the air like tiny wings and then lifted to reveal midnight pupils centered in blue-green supernovas that pulled him in with unquantifiable gravity, floating him toward a place beyond man-made concepts of right or wrong, order or chaos. At the core of Roxy’s universe, other powers ruled—up

side-down laws of physics and attraction—and whatever events they created defied labels like miracle or catastrophe.

The destination struck him as liberating and enslaving at the same time, but before he got lost in the Carl Sagan bullshit his oxygen-starved brain wanted to weave, her eyes drifted down. The heat of her gaze landed on his mouth, and his soul crashed back into his lust-ravaged body.

“Lots of ideas,” she whispered. “Probably really bad ideas. Someone recently pointed out I’m reckless like that.”

He pressed closer, fitting his hips between her thighs, crushing her breasts with his chest, framing her face and tipping her head so their exhales mingled in the ripple of space between their mouths. Her tongue circled her lips, leaving them wet and slightly parted, and although she didn’t move a millimeter either way, he almost convinced himself he could take those parted lips as a yes.

Almost.

But something about literally holding her back to the wall with more strength and muscle than she could ever effectively match struck him as perilously close to shifting minor details like choice right out of her power. And he needed it to be her call. No matter how certain he was he could impose the intimacy of a kiss and make sure she enjoyed it, he needed her to initiate this particular surrender. Regardless of how perversely right it felt to dominate an untamed force like Roxy, this wasn’t the time to feed that primitive part of his nature.

With a low groan, he swung away from the wall and switched their positions, keeping his hands under her ass until her toes touched the floor then releasing her and dropping his arms. “Be reckless with me, Roxy. I dare you.”

Chapter Fifteen