Asking for Trouble (Line of Duty 4)

“I’ve got news for you,” he rasped, eyes blazing. “Seeing your breasts is not the worst form of punishment.”

“It will be,” she said huskily, undoing the front hook of her bra. “Because seeing them is all you get. And, Brent?” She kissed him fast and hard. “I’ve got a fabulous pair. So that’s really going to suck for you.”

Hayden parted the crimson material and revealed her breasts. Brent made a strangled noise and lurched forward on the bench, as though he couldn’t restrain himself. She dodged his mouth at the last second, staving him off with two hands on his shoulders. Still, he didn’t look away from her naked chest, mouth working as if he could already taste her. His unchecked reaction made hunger spread through her system like fire. Gone was the cocky son of a bitch she’d come to know. He looked like a starving man eyeing his last meal.

“Scoot forward,” he asked in a gravelly voice. “Just a little. I promise I’ll suck them so good for you. So good.”

His words enticed her like mad. It would be so easy to pretend the conflict between them didn’t exist and they were simply two people who desperately needed pleasure. She needed his mouth on her, she realized. Tempting him beyond control would be more difficult than she thought. In the process, she herself was being tempted. Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how thoroughly he’s affecting you.

Hayden took a deep breath and shook her head. “Sorry, big boy. Not going to happen.” She gave in to the impulse to tease his neck with a kiss, but he turned his head at the last second and caught her mouth. This kiss felt different. Persuasive, entreating. As if he’d finally started taking this encounter seriously. It made her desperate to squeeze her legs together, but they were spread wide on either side of his hips. When she heard herself moan low in her throat, she broke away.

Between them, her nipples pouted, begging for Brent’s attention. Before she could stop him, he leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and groaning. Then he pulled back just a little and blew on it gently. Hayden’s eyelids drooped, her lips parted. She felt each sensual movement of his tongue in every secret place on her body. His gaze met hers, looking for any sign of protest. He seemed to know how close she was to caving because when he spoke, his dark sincerity was tangible. “Listen, you got one over on me. Well played, baby. But we’re entering new territory now. Are you sure you want to tease my cock like this?” He sat forward, letting his chest graze the tips of her breasts. His teeth tugged on her earlobe, making her shiver. “Because I won’t be in these handcuffs forever. When I get out of them, I’m going to remember everything you do to me tonight.”

Hayden swallowed. “Is that supposed to scare me?”

He scrutinized her face a moment. “Look at you. You’re already scared. Afraid of a little pleasure, duchess? Worried you might actually like my middle-class mouth on you?”

She knew his intentions were to rile her up. Spark her temper. It worked. Once again, the need to prove he knew nothing about her rose to the surface. And maybe a tiny part of her recognized the accuracy of his words. Maybe she was afraid of pleasure. The kind of pleasure Brent might provide.

Her hands went to the hem of her skirt, drawing his attention away from her face. Very slowly, she slid the taut material up her thighs, revealing more and more of her black fishnet stockings. She watched as Brent shifted in front of her, hips tilting, chest shuddering. When she reached the point where her tights ended and she paused, he made a sound of protest. “Show me. You want to torture me? Fine. Just show me what’s at the top of those fucking stockings.”

Feeling a slight head rush over his fervent request, Hayden dragged the skirt higher and left it bunched around her hips. Apart from the rapid movements of his chest, Brent remained very still in front of her, his gaze fastened on the tops of her thighs where a crimson lace garter belt attached itself to her tights. She could see his arousal, thick and long, bulging against the zipper of his pants. She’d done that to him. Again, the heady rush of power made her bold. She stroked her hands down his chest, and circled her hips a little to show him what he couldn’t have.

“I knew it.” His gravelly voice startled her. “You walk around all day hiding fancy panties behind those expensive clothes, but you never let anyone have a taste of what’s underneath.” He ground his teeth together. “I think you’re the one who needs to be taught a lesson.”

“You think you know what I need?” She let her fingers brush over the tips of her breasts, smiling when he issued a strangled groan. “Enlighten me.”

“Right now?” His gaze dropped once more to the material shielding her core. He gave a single, quick shake of his head. “You need a good tongue-fucking, duchess.”

Breath whooshed from her lungs, and her legs began to shake. She’d never been spoken to in such a way and the rawness of it battered her senses. The ache between her thighs had turned insistent, demanding. All the energy, the nerves that had built up inside her needed release. Now. She looked at Brent to find him watching her, analyzing, holding his breath. Without waiting for her answer, he slid forward, nearly toppling her off the bench. Gasping, she braced her hands on the wall and lifted her hips to accommodate his body as it dropped to the floor. He came to rest with his head on the padded bench, and her thighs straddling his face—a position so erotic, her breath felt trapped in her throat.

“Slide your knees just a little wider, baby,” he instructed. “Come and get your lesson.”

What remained of her pride told her not to follow his arrogant command, but the painfully aroused part of her beat it back. She needed this. Involuntarily, her legs moved wider on the bench. When his mouth latched onto her, sucking her clitoris through the material, she cried out and grabbed the back of the bench for support. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Lose the fucking panties and I can have you screaming those words.”

She looked down, wondering how she could take her underwear off without standing and losing the drugging effect of his mouth. “H-how?”

“Rip them,” he growled. “Believe me, if you hadn’t cuffed me, I’d do it myself.”

After a short pause wherein she wondered if she could do something so desperate, Hayden reached down and wrapped her fingers around the fragile silk. Then she ripped them off.

It felt amazing.

“Good girl.”

She gripped the back of the bench tightly once more as Brent savored her in one, long lick. Then he returned to torture the pulsing bundle of nerves. He worried her clitoris between his lips, sucking gently, then tonguing the spot with tight, fast circles. On either side of his head, her thighs quivered so violently that the bench shook. She could feel a swift release coming, but didn’t want the sensations to peak so soon. She wanted to savor. But when he sank his tongue deep inside her, searching her inner walls for that mysterious spot and finding it, finding it, finding it, she imploded. Fingers latched onto the bench, she writhed against his mouth as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from her trembling body.

“Brent! Oh my God, Brent!”

He turned his head and sank his teeth into her inner thigh. “Get the fuck down here, duchess. I need to be ridden.”

She practically melted off the bench and onto his lap. Their mouths met in a wet, frantic kiss that made them both groan. Her fingers went to work unzipping his pants, taking a second to palm and squeeze his straining erection. His hips bucked into her hand, telling her how badly he needed his own release. She couldn’t think beyond giving it to him. Taking more for herself in the process.

“You have no idea what I’d do to you right now if my hands were free.” He bit her bottom lip and tugged. “Right now, I’d be fingering your gorgeous pussy. Massaging that spot that got you to scream my name. Then I’d pick you up by your sweet little ass and sink you right down on top of me.”

Her heartbeat pounded wildly in her ears, hands shaking as she finally freed his erection. He looked so incredibly full, smooth. Ripe. Hayden had the sudden, ov

erwhelming urge to bring him to climax with her mouth.

When he saw her intention, his green eyes flashed urgently. “Fuck me with your mouth, baby. I’ll do anything for it. Let me inside your sexy mouth.”

She dipped her head, let it hover just above the tip of him.

And then the doorbell rang.

Chapter Three

Please. No, no, no. For the love of God, no.

Brent watched in stunned disbelief and utter horror as Hayden’s rosy, well-kissed lips retreated from their position just above his cock and her head jerked toward the door. Awareness intruded on her features where there had been none just seconds before. No, no, no, his mind chanted on repeat.

He ached. Holy fuck, he ached. In a completely unexpected twist, the ice princess had turned out to be a blistering-hot sex goddess who’d barely even hesitated when he told her to rip off her own panties. She’d bested him at his own game, stripped for him, giving him a glimpse at the most insanely delicious body he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing up close. And then…Christ…the way she’d worked herself on his mouth…he would absolutely, 100 percent be storing that image for future use. He needed her to climb on and finish what they’d started. Didn’t think he’d ever walk upright again until she did.

Please, if anyone up there is listening. If you make whoever is on the other side of that door go away, I will give up watching baseball. Cheesesteaks. Fuck it. Beer. Anything. Just as long as she wraps those legs around my waist and finishes what we started.

“Hayden, look at me,” he ordered, dragging her attention back to him. He lost his train of thought for a second when she turned to him, all swollen lips, messy hair, and passion-glazed eyes. She looked like a completely different girl from the one he’d walked in with. A fleeting thought swam through his mind. This girl is twice as dangerous as smart-mouthed, uptight Hayden. He shook his head quickly to clear it. “I don’t give a good goddamn who is on the other side of that door. I’m in pain, woman. Fix it.”

The hand still resting on his thigh tightened as if to soothe. She moved in toward him, gaze fixed on his mouth. Yes, yes, yes. Please. Just a little closer.

“Hayden?”

She froze. “Oh, freaking shitballs, it’s my mother.”