Page 98 of Down & Dirty

In a split-second slip of her control, Sky’s eyes flicked to my lap, her mouth snapping shut before she tilted her head to the ceiling.

She was trying so hard to deny it, but I could feel the way the room shifted, the pulse of desire drawing us toward each other. “Come on. Get in here with me. We’ll be good.”

She leveled me with a stare that told me just how much she believed that. But I could see the same heat in her eyes. We’d gotten cut short last night, but the fire we’d lit was far from out.

Trailing my fingers up the seam of her pants, I flicked the button of her fly open. She stood stock still, her chest rising and falling on deep, measured breaths, her eyes never leaving mine. When she didn’t tell me to stop, I slowly tugged the zipper down, tooth my tooth. The sound of it was the only one in the room, and when my cock twitched with anticipation, Sky’s eyes shot to the ripples in the water.

“Take them off.”

Looking back at me, Sky slipped her pants down and stepped out of them, putting her sexy red thong at my eye level, and just about making my head explode.

“Good girl.”

Her cheeks pinked, and I licked my lips. My girl liked a little praise. That was fucking lucky.

“Now, the shirt.”

“Sure you don’t want to do it?” She cocked a brow at me, but she was already yanking it over her head.

A laugh rumbled out of me, sloshing the water over my chest. “Smart ass.”

She gave me a wide grin, proud of herself. “Smart everything.”

“Don’t I know it,” I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall to take her in. Perfect tits, hardened to a point beneath a silky red bra. An ass just calling out for my fingers to dig into it, and a pussy I already knew was going to taste like fucking heaven.

My eyes trailed over her body with greedy abandon, elation coursing through me at finally getting to feast on the sight of her. I cupped her hip with my hand, skimming it over her side and up toward her ribs, spotting a long scar just below them.

I scowled, a spike of unease at the painful looking mark. “What’s this from?”

“Fell out of a tree.” She shrugged. “Took a branch in the side on the way down.”

“Jesus,” I said, covering it with my hand and tugging her toward me. “No more trees.”

Her laughter was like music, her fingers sweeping my hair from my forehead. “No promises.”

But we had made promises. Hadn’t we? Contracts and a marriage. Legal promises. But none of those mattered now. Not with Sky literally in my hands, every cell in my body aching to take her. Not with her looking at me like she wanted that too.

“Get in here, gorgeous.”

She did away with the last scraps of fabric covering her, and I bit my lip to keep from groaning like a goddamn animal. She was better than every fantasy, every wet dream, every naughty dalliance my imagination had taken in the last three months. Those shower hand jobs were fucking nothing compared to the woman who was dropping into the other side of the tub.

“You’re too far away,” I said, hearing the roughness of my voice as I fought the urge to stroke myself. She was driving me insane, and she knew it, a smug grin on her face as she watched my control fray.

“How’s your back feeling?”

“Like it needs your legs wrapped around it.”

Shaking her head, she dug her teeth into her bottom lip, and the last tether of my sanity snapped.

I grabbed her behind the knees and hauled her into my lap, water sloshing all over us. My lips landed on her neck as she let out a startled cry, but it quickly turned to a moan, when I cupped both breasts, twisting her nipples between my fingers like I had the other night. Her back arched, thrusting those sweet tits into my hands as her pussy grazed over my cock.

“You ready for this gorgeous?” I whispered against the shell of her ear.

Taking fistfuls of my hair, she tugged me back far enough to look into my eyes. “Don’t stop.” Her words were airy, but clear, like she thought the spell might be broken if she said them any louder.

I ghosted my lips over hers, clamping my arms around her to stem the longing that rocked through me at the desperation in her eyes.

“Not my style,” I said, giving her a cocky grin to cover the lie. I didn’t have a style when it came to someone like Skylar. I’d never been here before.

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