Page 64 of Back in Black

STROKING his fingertips over her jaw, her lips, Brett gentled her nervousness and her racing need. He stepped closer and leaned toward her to remove the band holding her hair in a ponytail. It slipped free, and he moved his fingers through her hair.

“So pretty.”

She’d always been a tomboy with no interest in fashion, makeup, or the latest hairstyle. But Brett made her feel feminine—and more. And because he still stood there, taking his time, her natural modesty waned.

Putting both hands flat on his abdomen, she explored his taut skin and the incredible warmth of his body. A tantalizing trail of dark hair led from his navel down into the waistband of his faded jeans.

The muscles tightened beneath her palms, and his hands stilled. She heard his indrawn breath before he deliberately relaxed again. Cupping the back of her head, he tilted her face up to meet her gaze.

“Whatever you want, Audrey, I’m game.”

Such an offer.

She knew exactly what she wanted, she really did. It had never appealed to her before, but now, with Brett . . .defi nitely.

Just thinking it tightened her womb and made her nipples stiffen. Biting her bottom lip, she popped open the snap on his jeans. His nostrils flared, his mouth firmed, but he didn’t move.

Freeing herself of his gaze, she gave her attention to her task. Carefully, without haste, she dragged down his zipper. Through snug black boxers, she could see the size and shape of his straining penis. She dragged the backs of her knuckles over him and felt the tension in his body tighten.

He locked his knees and cupped her head in both hands.

Audrey pushed his jeans down to midthigh and at the same time, leaned forward to breathe in the rich musk scent of his arousal. Forehead against his abdomen, she put her lips to his erection.

Brett gave a low, muffled groan and his hands clenched in her hair, but quickly loosened again. “Damn, Audrey.” He caressed her hair, encouraged her. His deepened voice, the way he touched her, even the way he held himself, told her how much this excited him.

And that excited her. For the first time, she understood the power women had over men—and she loved it.

Anxious to further explore this new aptitude, Audrey pushed down his boxers, too, then pressed him back a step. With the enticing image of supplication in her mind, she slid off the bed to her knees before him.

A short, hungry sound came from deep in his throat, and Brett again stiffened his knees.

Excitement left her trembling. He was so hard, throbbing, and thick. A drop of precum glistened on the head of his erection, tempting her.

She wrapped a fist around him, holding him still in one hand while with the other, she palmed the taut muscles of his rear. Everything about him was perfect and masculine and so stimulating to her senses.

She licked her lips as she looked at him and, impatient, Brett urged her forward.

Audrey didn’t think about what he might expect, or how to tease him further, or even about the proper way to do it. This was her moment of pleasure; she gave in to her own hunger and, after one long lick that ran along his length and ended at the crown, she drew him deep into her mouth.

His harsh groan vibrated in the quiet of the room.

Wildly excited by the taste of him, Audrey enjoyed his rich scent and his reaction. He guided her, groaning anew each time she drew him in, shaking as she pulled back. She put both hands on his backside and let him have her mouth, let him dictate the depth and speed and—

“God, that’s enough.” Brett went rigid, fighting himself more than her. Breathing hard, he started to pull back.

But Audrey didn’t want him to.

This was her first time taking a man in her mouth, and she wanted everything.

She clenched her fingers in the muscles of his butt and slicked her tongue around him.

“Audrey . . .”

He sounded in pain and, loving it, she licked him again, swallowing more of him.

For two seconds of suspended time, he hesitated, and then he gave up. His big hands curved around her head and he drew her in close again, eased her back, brought her in again.

Each time, his breathing rasped, and Audrey felt him throbbing in her mouth.

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