Page 87 of Burn Point

I chuckled, squeezing her tighter, pulling her against the growing bulge in my jeans. “I can tell them it’s time to go home.”

She laughed a little, leaning back to look in my eyes, then her expression grew serious. I could tell she had something to say, but for whatever reason, she kept quiet. She pulled her hand out of my pocket and cupped my cheek, her eyes traveling all over my face. I captured her hand and placed a kiss on her palm, wanting to get back to the light of her smile.

“Come on, let’s go see if we can embarrass Cal. He’s had that girl in that shed for far too long.”

Hours later, Kylie had driven Mike and Leah home, Cal and his girl were shacked up in Pearl, Thoren was passed out in a lounge chair on my deck, and I finally had alone time with my girl.

“I had such a good time tonight,” she said, standing in the bathroom doorway, wiping her face with a cloth. I was transfixed, watching her do her nightly routine of makeup removal, brushing her teeth, slipping out of her bra in that fascinating way women took it off without removing their shirt. Something about that intimate act of letting me see the real her had my heart pounding and my dick getting hard.

I was lying on top of the sheets in bed, one arm propped behind my head. I ran a hand across my abs, slipping it under my shorts to grip myself.

She paused, watching me, then leaned back and dropped her rag on the counter, not taking her eyes off me. The long slow tug I gave my dick under her greedy gaze ratcheted up my pulse another notch.

“Whatcha doin’ there, slick?” Her lips tipped up on one side, and her tongue peeked out, running over the edge of her teeth. She paused at the foot of the bed, and bent over, bracing her arms as she cocked a knee to crawl in. God damn she was so sexy and having her eyes on me as I worked myself felt fucking amazing.

I sucked in a breath and bit my lower lip as my back arched involuntarily. “I was just watching the most beautiful woman in the world do her thing. I can’t help it, watching you makes me hard as a rock.”

The expression on her face grew devilish as she crawled up my body, her hands on the outside of my legs. At my hips she paused, glancing down to watch my hand. She cocked her head to the side, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. “You want some help with that?”

“Oh, I don’t know if you can do it just the way I like,” I teased, knowing that was the biggest fucking lie of all time. Hell, one touch of her hand and I’d probably blast off like a rocket.

“Oh really? You doubt my hand job skills?” she countered, straddling my hips, and slipping her fingers under the waistband of my shorts. She leaned forward, doing that thing with her arms where she pressed her tits together, teasing me with a glance down her tank top. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

“I don’t know. What if I told you I like it a little rough?” I squeezed my dick and gave another tug just so I could see her eyes flare.

She pulled my shorts off, dragging her nails up my thighs, bearing down as her fingers passed over my hips. I sucked in a breath—fuck that felt good. She sat up, a goddess looking down on her subject.

“I think I can handle rough.” Her voice was a siren’s call, and I was a doomed man. My chest heaved as those nails scraped over my abs, then up my chest, clipping the edge of my nipple. Grabbing my wrist, she pulled my hand away and pressed it up over my head.

“But soft and tender can be good too,” she whispered, altering her touch to just the barest caress. Trailing her fingers down my inner arm and across my chest, she left goosebumps behind her gentle touch. She shifted and pressed the softest of kisses to the sensitive skin below my ear, her soft breath hitching as she shifted, rubbing herself against my thigh.

“Close your eyes and just feel.”

My dick pulsed at her breathy command, but I did as she asked. I felt her shift away, and then her feather light touch landed, first tracing the line of my collarbone, then alternating to the V of my hip.

She moved down my body, dropping kisses and brushing touches, everywhere except the one place I needed her most. A soft breath blew over my rock-hard dick, and my hips bucked, waiting on the soft touch I hoped would follow.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

She paused for a moment and the bed shifted. I raised my head and cracked my eyes open to find her poised over my dick. With her eyes boring into mine, she took me in hand and lowered her lips to brush them down my length.

She gripped me, pumping up and down while her tongue left teasing licks on the tip, and I fought for control.

“Ah, so that’s what they mean by a quivering member,” she teased as I flexed my dick in her hand, wanting more, needing more, but loving the chase.

Her hot breath skated over my skin and my resolve crumbled. “Jordan, I need more, baby,” I begged.

“Watch me then.” She sank down, her perfect, lush lips wrapped around my dick. I couldn’t stop my hips pumping into the warmth of her mouth. She gripped the base and sucked hard as she pulled back, swirling her tongue at the tip before diving back down. Over and over until my balls drew up and my toes were curling. I shifted restlessly, grinding my hips into her hot mouth. The intensity of the way she owned my body was staggering.

“Oh fuck, Baby. I’m gonna—”

She pulled off me with a wet pop, ordering, “Don’t come.”

I flopped back in the bed, slamming my eyes shut, chest heaving as I tried to gain some semblance of control.

The bed shifted again as she crawled on top of me. Her soft voice reached me through the throb of my heartbeat pounding in my brain.

“Look at me, Nate. See what you do to me.”

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