Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

He gave her his sexy grin before shutting his eyes again. “And that, Joss, is the sexiest thing you’ve said all night.”

She laughed, but then she began wondering over him. “All right, you asked me something, so if I asked you a personal question, would you answer?” She cleverly used his words back on him.

“Depends.” His mouth twitched. “Shoot.”

“Have you always been so kinky?”

His eyes opened then and turned his head against the pillow. “No, not always. At one time, I was a teen that would’ve fucked anything that breathed on me.”

“Like most teenage boys, I suspect.”

He nodded with a smile. “It wasn’t until my early twenties that I was introduced to kink.”

“Introduced, in what way?” she asked hesitantly.

He shifted on his side again, the blanket inching it’s way lower off his torso. His gaze fell to her breast, and he began tracing her nipple. As the bud hardened beneath his touch, he said, “What I did to you tonight, she did to me.”

She shivered as warmth pooled low in her body, his tickling touch circling her areola being a tease of something more to come. “I can’t even picture that, to be honest. You being tied up and not in full control seems so unlike you.”

“It is unlike me now, but it wasn’t back then.” His finger travelled slowly around the curve of her breast. “Back then, I had no idea what I was doing.” His eyes lifted to hers, and they smoldered, as he added, “What twenty-one-year-old kid does? You’re still figuring yourself out.”

“That’s when you got into all this? At twenty-one?” At his nod, she sorted through a hundred questions. “Do I even want to know how old the woman was?”

“Thirty-four.”

“Of course, she was older than you,” Joss said with a laugh. “Let me guess, your professor, right?”

He shook his head, sliding his fingers down the center of her chest to her belly button.

“Doctor?” she asked.

“No.”

“Therapist?”

His eyes snapped to hers, and he frowned. “Definitely not.”

“Well, then, who was it?” she said. “Because I know it has to be something scandalous.”

He laughed easily, dragging his fingers back up her torso to her neck, then sliding them across her lips. “Sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not that exciting.” His eyes followed his fingers as he caressed her shoulder. “I met her while working at a bar as a bouncer. She was a bartender there.”

Joss shivered as the heat from his touch caused her pussy to dampen with need, but she managed, “And this woman taught you about kink?”

“That’s right,” he murmured.

God, his voice got low and throaty, and she was finding it hard to concentrate. “So, what happened? Did you date?”

“No, we didn’t date.” He slid his fingers back down over her ribcage to her nipple again, where he circled her areola. “I told you I don’t date seriously. We fucked for a few months.”

“Ah, I see,” she commented. “I’m not the only one who you were with more than once?”

“She was the only other one,” he said with a measured look, “and that was back in my twenties.”

Interesting point, which Joss decided not to look too deep into. She reminded herself that’s what she liked about Maddox. He didn’t want her to figure him out. No messy emotions. Bliss. “Then you ended the relationship?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

The side of his mouth arched then, and he climbed on top of her, sliding in between her thighs. “Because I decided I wanted to be in control.”

Joss’s heart rate kicked up, having all that man and muscle pressed against her. He blanketed her in the most spectacular way. “And she wouldn’t let you be in control?”

“It’s not what she wanted.”

“So that was it?”

“That was it.”

And that was the end of the conversation, too.

His mouth sealed across hers, and by the time he deepened the kiss, she’d forgotten the remainder of her questions. He grabbed the blanket off her, tossing it to the side, and slid an arm underneath her. She squealed as he flipped her over onto her knees.

Behind her, he wrapped an arm around her middle, lifting her, until her back pressed against his chest and his hand massaged her breast. He lowered his head into her neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell like a sugar cookie, did you know that?” His nose slid from the base of her neck all the way up to her ear.

She wanted to respond, she did, but she couldn’t. All she could do was shiver at the strength at her back. At the feel of his lips. At the gloriousness of his hand massaging her breast.