A Little Bit Naughty ( Tahoe Nights 1)

Leo slid out of her boneless body and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He grabbed a washcloth, ran warm water over it and brought it out to Amanda. Her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her lips. The sight of her made his body burn all over again. As he bent down and pressed the cloth to the juncture of her thighs, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a startled O.

Nothing was said by either of them as he cleaned and soothed her sore flesh. Leo tossed the washcloth to the floor, beyond caring that the carpet would get soaked, then came down on the bed beside her. Pulling her pliant body up against his, Leo realized, not for the first time, just how big he was in comparison to her. He was practically twice her size. It was easy to wrap his arm around her middle and pull her in close until her round bottom cradled his dick. Damn, he wanted to fuck her there too. To brand every inch of her body with his own. And yet she slept blissfully on, unaware that his cock was already fully charged and ready to party.

Something about the woman made him ravenous. Then again, what did he expect? That he could have sex with her and walk away? Go back to being buddies? As she lay beside him like the blonde goddess she was, not a care in the world, Leo plotted.

He’d gotten her this far, right? He’d just have to get her a little farther. Because from this moment on she belonged to him. She might not know it, but she’d definitely just been claimed.

Amanda couldn’t stop staring. He was so delicious—and so oblivious to her roving gaze. But really, this might be her only chance to look at the man without him knowing. She couldn’t pass that up.

He slept on his stomach, which she found sexy as hell. The sleek, powerful muscles of his back made her think of an artist’s canvas. So much skin just waiting for her to paint him with her tongue and fingers. Sun-drenched skin to be exact. Yes, definitely lots of places for her to play—if only she had the guts. And farther down, where he’d kicked the blanket off, a tight, perfectly shaped ass that brought Amanda perilously close to drooling all over herself. Would he think she was mad if she leaned down and took a bite? Suddenly he shifted. Amanda quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

“You can touch, too, you know. It’s not like I’m going to shout rape or anything.”

That yummy voice, raspy from sleep, had her eyes opening. He was propped up on his elbow, grinning down at her. Her cheeks heated. God, how lame. After everything they’d done and she blushed? What the heck? “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to know you denied yourself.”

Amanda laughed. Too late she noticed his gaze wasn’t on her face. She looked down and realized one breast was exposed. She pulled the blanket higher, covering her upper half completely. Leo frowned. “How do you know I denied myself? Maybe I was content to watch you sleep.”

He reached out and touched the end of her nose with his index finger. “Because I know you, Amanda. You wanted to touch.” That same finger drifted down over her lips, smoothing back and forth. “My skin is tingling right now, sweets, hoping you’ll change your mind and take what you want.”

“Your skin is tingling?” She badly wanted to touch. To simply reach out and stroke his lips the same way he stroked hers. But she was only a shy bookstore owner. What did she know about being bold?

“Mhmm,” he murmured, as he dipped

the exploratory finger into her cleavage, caressing and playing. “It’s only been a few hours, but already I miss you.”

Amanda leaned closer. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“You’re right next to me, that much is true, but you may as well be miles away because you aren’t on top of me, taking what you want.”

“You’ll let me have my way?”

His gaze shot to hers. Green sparks lit her on fire. “Yes, I’ll lay here like a good sex slave and let my goddess have her wicked way. After all, I did promise.”

Amanda closed the gap separating them and placed a barely-there kiss to his lips. “I like that you call me your goddess.”

Leo dropped back to the bed, placed his hands behind his head and grinned. “Climb up here. Put me out of my misery.”

When he put it like that, Amanda didn’t have it in her to refuse. He was giving her unhindered access to his hot bod. No way was she missing out on that opportunity. Not giving herself time to think it to death, Amanda flung the blanket off and lifted to her knees. Straddling him wasn’t easy. He was a big man, and she was short. Once she was on top, he wrapped his hands around her hips and tugged her down a few inches. She could feel his cock nestled up against her bottom and her pussy grew damp with need.

“There we go,” he whispered, “that’s better.”

She placed her palms against his ribs and stared down at him. She’d never been crazy about being on top. Her bulky figure usually made her feel, well, bulky. And she was completely on display. But the way Leo looked at her, as if he couldn’t get enough of the sight of her nude body, had her dropping her insecurities. Okay, not all her insecurities, but enough to keep her seat.

“You’re a beautiful man, Leo.” It was nothing short of the truth. From his messy dark hair to the powerful chest sprinkled with curls the same shade. Ripped abs. Strong corded arms. Truth be told, he was more man than Amanda knew what to do with.

Leo chuckled. “Beautiful?”

“It’s true. I could stare at you for hours. I’ve always thought you were handsome. Rugged, hard and so well-built it takes my breath away.” She ran her palms over his chest, tweaking one nipple before adding, “Now that I’ve seen all of you I’m even more convinced.”

“Rugged and hard. I like those words. Beautiful is pretty damn girly though. Beautiful is for Mr. GQ.”

She frowned, not following him. “GQ?”

His hands on her hips tightened. “The guy in your store. The one who gave you his number.”

In an instant, Amanda saw the change in Leo. His eyes hardened, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. Had he been jealous? “His name is T.J.”