From Enemies to Expecting

“Is it so difficult to believe that I want to give you a unique experience?”

“When it comes down to a choice between me pleasuring you or the other way around, yeah.” The disbelief in her voice sliced through him, and it scored a place inside he wouldn’t have said she could reach.

As many times as she’d surely gotten naked with a man, had she never had one who cared about her pleasure above his own?

That was not okay.

He lifted his head and released her wrists at the same time in favor of threading her inky hair through his fingers. The thumb he brushed across her cheek put a note of tenderness in the moment that he hadn’t intended...but there it was. “So then I have to ask. What do you fantasize about?”

Something akin to shock zipped across her expression, but she covered it almost immediately. “Making a man come with my mouth.”

He grinned. “How many times have you said that? You must practice in the mirror, because it was impressive how you spit it out without having to think about it. Now give me the real answer. Otherwise, I’m going to have to work my way through all the things I can think of until I figure it out for myself.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she said flippantly. “Maybe that’s what I was after all along.”

Yeah, he didn’t think so. The wild uncertainty in her gaze told a different story, one that he should be ashamed he liked so much. But Trinity unsettled and off-kilter might be the sexiest she’d been yet. That was a state he could get into a whole hell of lot more.

He wanted her naked and writhing under him as he gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was so spent, she forgot all about her need for control.

And she was going to like it.

Six

Trinity swallowed as Logan’s big palms engulfed her face. The kiss he laid on her lips had far too much sweetness in it. Like he wanted this thing between them to be real as much as she did.

I want to see the real you.

The request—demand—he’d made when he’d changed her clothes suddenly took on new meaning. Maybe she’d let him see her for reasons she hadn’t fully admitted to herself. Her chest quivered with some nameless, unfathomable emotions. Which was not supposed to be the deal.

She’d given him permission to make this about nothing more than sex. Tried to stick to that herself. She’d practically had his zipper down and her hands on his rock-hard shaft, which she wanted to see with her own two eyes but hadn’t yet, because he’d shifted gears so hard in the other direction, she still didn’t know what had happened.

He’d stopped her from giving him the first of many climaxes.

What was he trying to do to her?

“I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, “about what you have on under that dress.”

“I’ve been wondering how long it would take you to find out,” she shot back. Except the sassy note she’d tried to slip into her tone hadn’t come out like she’d wanted.

Instead, it had sounded wistful.

With a wicked smile that shouldn’t have tripped so many alarms in her head, he put his hands on her knees to situate her the way he seemed to want: shoes on the ground, bottom nearly to the edge of the bed, thighs open wide. He knelt between her legs and slid both palms along her skin, his rough hands thrilling her as he gathered the fabric in a slow reveal that hitched her lungs.

The ivy tattoo appeared. He settled his mouth on the first green leaf and dragged his tongue across it. Gasping, she bowed off the bed and levered herself up on her elbows, because she didn’t want to miss anything.

The sight of his beautiful mouth on her thigh did it for her like nothing else.

“More where that came from,” he murmured.

He licked her tattoo clear up to her panties, shoving back her dress and fingering the fabric of her white thong. “I’m going to take this off.”

“You don’t have to check in with me,” she informed him breathlessly. Now that he’d so thoroughly turned the tables, she couldn’t get air into her lungs. She ached for him to touch her intimately, and she wanted it now. “Really, I’m game for whatever you have in mind.”

He glanced up, his expression hooded and implacable. “It would be best if you’d clue in right up front that I do things my own way. Therefore, I will be telling you what I’m doing to you as I do it. For example, I’m about to put my tongue between your legs.”

The promise raked heat through her core. Logan McLaughlin had a dirty mouth, and she was a huge fan of it.

Hooking his fingers at the waistband of her thong, he slid it off and tossed it over his shoulder. His gaze went hot as he looked his fill at her uncovered sex. No one had ever done anything like that before. Sure, she’d had men go down on her, but usually in the dark, and most of the time it had a mechanical, scripted vibe as if there was some unwritten rule that she had to get off before her partner got his turn. In short, not very romantic.