Page 46 of Lawless in Leather

Which left it up to her. She swallowed, throat suddenly dry. She knew what her body wanted. But was she ready for the consequences? “Do you want to ‘redefine’?” she asked.

“I think the answer to that question is pretty obvious. The real question is whether you want to.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I guess it’s a cold shower for me this morning.”

“You’d just walk away?”

“You say no and that’s the only option. Unless your version of redefining includes the sorts of things that might be too complicated to discuss this early in the morning.”

“Are you asking me if I’m kinky?” She wasn’t. Or at least, no more than the average woman. Right now she could think of quite a few interesting scenarios involving Malachi Coulter and some of her silk scarves. And then there was her lingerie collection … she shivered again thinking about what color Mal’s eyes might turn if he saw her in some of the lace-and-silk confections that lived in her dresser.

“Only if you’re telling me you’re into something that’s some sort of lifestyle level of serious. Otherwise I’m asking if you can either stop talking and let me kiss you or let me get up and have that cold shower.”

She twisted then, bringing herself around and scooting up slightly so they were face-to-face. That was the problem with tall men. She wasn’t. Which took some managing of logistics. Mal watched her, his brown eyes once again that hot dark shade she was starting to like a lot. “You’d really just get up and walk away?”

“I wouldn’t be happy about it, but yes.”

That answer made her unreasonably happy. All over.

She slid closer to him, hooked a leg over his waist. He didn’t wait for another invitation. His mouth came down on hers, hot and sure and demanding, and she let him take her down to that place of heat and darkness and wildness that drove everything else away.

He tasted better than anyone had a right to first thing in the morning. He’d stolen some toothpaste and her spare toothbrush while she’d removed her makeup before they’d gone to sleep and he still somehow tasted like mint and deliciousness.

But she didn’t get to wonder just how he’d managed that minor miracle for too long because his hand was sliding up her back, the worn cotton of the big old T-shirt she’d worn to bed to avoid giving him any message other than sleep coming with it.

She lifted her arm from around his neck, suddenly sure. She wanted him. Wanted him hot and hard.

Mal whisked the T-shirt over her head, leaving her in just cotton panties. Then he rolled so she was under him, his hips, still clad in boxers, pressed into hers in just the right place.

She almost screamed. Instead she just pressed up into him, writhing a little so that he rubbed against her.

Damn. So damned good.

His mouth came down on hers again for another of those sublime kisses and then he moved lower. Which, given their height difference, meant she lost contact with the part of him she wanted most.

She was about to protest when his mouth closed over her nipple, teeth dragging over sensitized skin just slightly. Just right. Things went hot and dark again as the slick of his tongue and the heat of his mouth and the suction and tiny nips of teeth and strokes of fingers made her forget where she was for a few long minutes.

He had a very, very talented mouth. She had to remember to compliment him.

If she ever regained the ability to speak.

She wasn’t sure she would. Not while he was touching her at least. He rolled to the side, bringing her with him so they were face-to-face again. His mouth didn’t leave her breast but his fingers moved down, tracing a spiraling path that made each inch he touched light up until she was convinced she must be glowing.

Her stomach muscles tensed as he reached the edge of her underwear. He traced the line of the elastic, which made her shiver, and then one talented finger slid under the narrow band and parted her lips to land on her clit with unerring instinct.

This time she did scream. Or moan at least. It wasn’t a coherent noise but it made him lift his head.

“I like that noise,” he said.

“I like your fingers,” she managed to reply.

“I’m just getting started,” he said with a wicked grin. Another finger slid in to join the first.

“Promises, promises.”

His eyebrows lifted and his fingers did a sort of rolling shimmy on either side of her clit that made her moan again.

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