Page 32 of Tough Nut to Crack

He lifts his eyes to mine as his cool hands roam up my body, fingers hooking into every layer I have around my waist.

"You're not going to hear any complaints from me, baby," he says as he tugs down the remaining leggings and my underwear. "But I want to get to the good part."

"Yeah?" I ask when his head dips down just as he releases my dress, causing it to flutter around him.

His hot, wet tongue slides right up the middle of me, and like he did in his shower, he wraps his arms around my legs, and it's the only thing keeping me on my feet.

"Jesus," I whisper.

"Mac," he corrects with a quick slap to my ass.

I open my mouth to tell him that I'm not really into spanking, but the heat blooming on my skin makes my core clench and take notice.

"That's good to know," he whispers as if he can read my body just by having his tongue in my most intimate spot.

"You know nothin—oh shit," I whimper when a finger joins that slick, talented tongue of his.

"I don't think I've tasted anything better than this," he says almost reverently.

"That's because I burned your house down before you could taste my food."

I freeze when he does, wondering if I just ruined this moment by opening my mouth without thinking.

He pulls back, sliding his head out from under my dress to look up at me. "Did you really just make a joke about the fire?"

"I'm so—what are you doing?!" I scream when he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed.

"You are a breath of fresh air, Riley Wilson."

I smile at him, but it feels awkward on my face. I shouldn't have mentioned the house fire. He hissed about how expensive it was going to be for repairs. Although he was the one who instigated our little foray the other night, I actively participated in it, and that carries some culpability with it.

"Are you done begging?" I whisper when he stands at the end of my bed, just staring down at me.

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

You're the perfect size, Riley. Exactly my fucking type.

But as he stares, I tug at the buttons at the top of my dress, pulling down the cups of my bra to expose my breasts. He was enthralled with them before, and by the look shining in his eyes, tonight is no different.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking beautiful."

"I think I'd look even better with your cock inside of me."

"No fucking doubt about that," he snaps, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the floor before pulling his t-shirt off by the back of the collar and discarding it as well.

He's working on kicking his boots off at the same time that he's unbuckling his belt and working the zipper down.

"You got a little drool on your mouth," he says in a teasing tone, but his mouth falls open when I swipe at my mouth before lowering my hand between my legs.

He seems dumbstruck when I let my legs fall open. I can't recall another time in my life when I've ever let myself be so vulnerable in front of a man, but right now, it just feels right.

His cock is hard, his hand skating up and down the length of it while he kicks his jeans and boxer briefs away.

His tongue repeatedly licks at his lips as if aching to put his mouth where my fingers are exploring, and as much as I'd love that, I think I love his eyes on me just as much.

"Riley," he whispers as he inches forward.

"Condom," I tell him just as he presses one knee into the mattress.

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