Flirting With Disaster (Camelot 3)

She wouldn’t trade anything for it. This moment. The chance to be close to him.

It wasn’t smart, but it was real, and real felt better than smart tonight. Real felt like what she needed.

She dipped her head before she could stop to worry that she didn’t know what she was doing. All men were supposed to like this. It was a rule, one of Sean’s Man Laws.

As if in confirmation, his head lolled back as she took him in her mouth and teased him with her tongue. He smelled earthy and warm, like a forest in the summer, and she’d never wanted to do this for Levi in quite the same way she wanted to do it now, for Sean.

He made a noise that was sort of a hiss, and when she took him deeper he groaned. After that, she got distracted by his texture and smell and taste, and she let the sounds spill over her, the grunts and moans, the banked thrusts of his hips as he messed up her hair with his fingers.

She pulled away and asked, “How am I doing?” as she stroked his slick flesh with her hand. “Grade-A fantasy material?”

“You’re fffucking k-killing me.”

“In the fantasy, do you come in my mouth?”

She didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, she took him in as far as she could, and his helpless groan sent another surge of moisture between her thighs.

“Yes,” he said. “No. I don’t—You’d better stop that.” But he leaned in, putting one hand out to the side to brace against the window. She shifted so her back was against the side of the car and he could turn the rest of the way around and let his palm on the glass take more of his weight. “I c-c-c-can’t—”

She flicked her tongue, and he interrupted himself with another groan. Katie decided against stopping. His helplessness was such a fantastic drug. She’d never had the power to make a man lose coherent speech before.

Sliding her free hand inside his jeans to cup his ass, she dug in her fingers and guided his rhythm, telling him how deep he could go and how fast.

The last thing he said was, “Ah, fuck.” After that, it was only his breath coming short and harsh, his restless fingers on her head and her shoulder, and the jerk of his hips when he tensed and went still. His sharp inhale. His moan. Salty heat, and the shudder that racked his body afterward as he withdrew and she tucked him back in, licked her lips, and kissed his stomach.

Sean caught his breath with his forehead pressed against the glass, his hands braced wide on either side of the window. She scootched out from beneath him and knelt to run her hand over his sweat-damp back.

“I couldn’t tell if that was a yes or a no, so I just decided to do my own thing,” she told him. “Hope I didn’t sully all your youthful dreams.”

Sean rocked his forehead side to side against the window. “I’m pretty sure if you’d done that to me when I was sixteen, I would’ve had a heart attack.”

“Good thing you’re made of sturdier stuff now.” She gave his bicep an experimental squeeze, but the experiment had such merit that she left her hand there, running it up and down his bent arms and over his shoulders. “What on earth do you do for this body, anyway?” she asked. “Is this from kick-boxing?”

He chuckled. “Not since c-college. I run a lot. Swim a little. Ride my bike. Sometimes I get busy and forget to eat.”

“It’s seriously working for you. You should write a book. Geek Fitness: The Sean Owens Guide.”

“I’m not a geek,” he protested, straightening up and fixing her with those liquid midnight eyes. “I’m a hacker. It’s different.”

“You said you were a hacker,” she reminded him. “Now you’re an upstanding security agent with too many gadgets.”

“You never stop being a hacker. It’s a sstate of mind.” Scanning her with narrowed eyes, he appeared to have noticed she was nearly naked and remembered he had things he wanted to do to her. “I have exactly the right amount of gadgets,” he said absently as his hands found her waist and pulled her in.

“For a three-day trip, you brought a smart phone, a tablet computer, a laptop, a GPS … Did I miss any?”

“An iPod, too,” he admitted, his grin sheepish and adorable. “B-but it’s for running. Geeks don’t run.”

“You do.”

“It p-proves I’m not a geek.”

“No, it proves geeks run.” She cupped his face in her hand. “You have the best smile, you know that?”

He pursed his lips and cast his eyes downward, the fleeting moment of shyness catching her off guard and sending cartwheels tumbling through her heart.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked.

“Sure.”