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The way he teased my tongue, then sucked at it to pull it toward his mouth, made everything inside of me go hot and soft. I forgot how to breathe without him, lifting his head in between sensuous explorations. Each time our lips collided, the kiss changed.

His beard was so soft where it teased against my face. I wanted to thrust my hands into his hair. I wanted to dig my nails into his shoulders. The desire to touch him competed with the need to avoid more pain.

“Tell me,” he said, his lips mere millimeters from mine. “How do you want me?”

My brain short-circuited briefly. How did I want him? Licking the taste of him off my lips, I forced my eyes open. This near, there was no hiding our expressions. Heat licked through his dark eyes now. A kind of black fire that seemed to be held in check by the man currently cradling me to his chest.

What would it be like if he cracked and unleashed all of that heat? My pussy clenched so hard, I shuddered. The ripples of desire eddied out from my core.

“I want to feel you inside of me… everywhere. I want to feel hot pleasure, I want to come so hard I forget my back hurts. Then I want to do it again.” I wanted to blast through every memory of the past few days and overwrite them until the only hands I imagined on me belonged to him.

His eyebrows raised and his lips lifted into a deeper smile. “Firecracker, have I mentioned how much I like your style?”

Chapter

Twenty-One

GRACE

As he had with the kiss earlier, Voodoo didn’t wait for me to answer. After turning off the water, he carried me right out of the shower. He only paused to grab a couple of towelsandhis gun. The sudden pound of my heart seemed inordinately loud.

I’d never been in the arms of a man holding a gun. Not even for a shoot. In no way should it be as erotic as this felt. My skin was hot all over, the water and Voodoo having erased any sense of chill from my flesh. In the main hotel room again, it hit me that I barely knew this man and I already trusted him.

At least with my body.

The thoughts evaporated as he set me down carefully on the bed. I was going to get the whole thing wet, but all he did was spread out a towel on the cover and then another on the pillow he moved. Another shiver went through me at the assessing look in his eyes.

“I want one promise out of you, Firecracker before we go a step further.”

Disappointment crashed through me. The clenching in my pussy and the raw need flooding my veins wasn’t interested innegotiating anything. I wanted a quick and dirty fuck. Or a slow and dirty fuck. I just wanted tofuckhim and feelonlyhim.

At this angle, I was eye to cock and I had to lick my lips. It was so tempting to just lean forward and suck his tip between my teeth. Would his skin be salty? Or more savory? Would the hairs at the base tease me? Or get caught in my teeth? A litany of ridiculous thoughts cascaded through me and then I had to wonder if his cock could reach the back of my throat.

I didn’t doubt he could, I’d swallowed my share of cocks before. Voodoo’s was damn sight larger than anything I’d touched in the last couple of years. Maybe even the last four years.

The question I should be asking was could I handle him at that size. My jaw wasn’t exactly large. Sucking in a breath, I gripped the bed rather than reach for his dick. He wasn’t touching without permission, I wouldn’t either. Skimming my gaze along him, I found him waiting patiently.

Oh. Shit. I’d forgotten to answer.

“I’m listening,” I said in a low, needy voice that barely resembled mine. The man had barely touched me and all I could think about was how it would feel when he thrust all of him into me.

I wanted to know what that was like…

“If you want to stop at any point, I don’t care if my dick is in you balls deep, you say something. I will stop.”

The words registered slowly as did the tense way he spoke, like he was still keeping himself firmly under control. His voice had gone deeper, huskier.

“I mean it,” he said in a tone that demanded obedience. “You will tell me. If you get scared, or uneasy, or I’m hurting you… you will tell me to stop. Do you understand?”

A part of me wanted to fire back that I wasn’t a child, and that I’d heard him the first time. Another part of me wanted to pushhim. He didn’t get to tell me what I could or couldn’t do. The rest of me? It just wanted him and if agreeing to something I didn’t think I’d need?

“Yes, I understand.”

He cupped my face in his huge hands. Everything about this man was so damn big. “Good girl,” he murmured before he brushed his lips over mine. It was a there and gone again kiss. Then another. And another. “Such a good girl for me, Firecracker.”

I wanted more, but even when I tried to chase his lips, he withdrew.

“Soon, Firecracker. Now, I want you to lay back, carefully, I’ll help.”

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