Page 23 of Dirty Intentions

I sucked in a breath when his warm hands traveled down to my neck and arms.

“In case you aren’t enjoying something I do, beautiful, I want you to think of a safe word.”

Wow. I never thought someone in this lifetime would be asking me that particular question. “Um, how about Jingle Bells?” As soon as I’d blurted it out, I cringed. Could I be any lamer with my safe words?

“Why that?”

Of course he would ask. “I don’t know. Maybe because it’s Christmas Eve. I can come up with another one.”

“No. Jingle Bells it is. I’m going to move down to your legs. As I get closer to your pussy, I want you to tell me green, yellow, or red. Use your safe word if you have to, which means the same thing as red.”

Somehow, I thought shouting, ‘Green, Green, Green’ might be an instant giveaway, so I simply said, “Okay.” I forced myself to relax as his hands worked up to my calves and then concentrated on my knees. But when he stroked my thighs, I shivered, anxious for more.

“Do you want me to taste you?”

“Yes, but kiss me first.” I could sense his hesitation. This had to be Shane.

“On the lips?”

“Mm-hm. It’s part of my fantasy.”

He moved, and I could sense him above me. His lips took mine tentatively at first.

Since I could no longer help myself, I wiggled the one hand out of my restraint and wove it into his hair, pulling him deeper. The moment his tongue entered my mouth, I sucked on it, enjoying the groan emanating from his chest.

Our tongues mated, his teeth nipped, and then his mouth traveled south. He lavished attention on each breast before kissing down my stomach, hips, and then to where I practically ached for him.

I could feel his weight shift to the bed before he pushed my heels back so my legs were spread at bended knee. While he kissed my inner thighs, my legs started to shake with anticipation. His scruff running along my tender flesh had me wanting badly to flip off the mask and see his face.

At the first swipe of his tongue over my clit, I about bucked off the bed. “Jesus.”

“I’ve been waiting to taste you.”

And just like that, he dove in. Not in a way which said, hey, I’m getting to know your body, or maybe I’ll tease you a bit first. But in the way that demonstrated a carnal appetite, not to mention a clear adeptness at the task. Lips, tongue, and teeth all worked together on my center of nerves to have blood roaring to my ears and then send me over the edge in seconds.

“Again,” he murmured before I could recover. By adding his fingers curled up inside of me to the knuckle, he took me to the next level, one I hadn’t known existed.

The one where he began fucking me with his tongue while his thumb focused on my pleasure point.

It was almost too much, this tension coiled through my body that wasn’t getting a break. My mind scrambled as I was obliterated with such force that a half scream tore from my throat.

“Fuck. You come spectacularly.”

The fake Javier had forgotten his accent that time.

“Must be you, Javier.” I couldn’t help but mess with him, wondering if he planned on giving up his disguise. I wasn’t disappointed.

He climbed on the bed, his erection at my entrance, and whipped off my mask.

Time stood still and the air sizzled between us with his eyes locked on mine. A smirk came over my face while irritation took over his.

“How long did you know?”

“Long enough.”

“Before the kiss?”

“Hey, you hijacked my fantasy, which included kissing. You’re lucky I’m not pissed you’re not Javier.”

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