Page 99 of Beautifully Reckless

I grin. “No. But it’s sexy.” I shrug before I somehow find some huge lady balls and start swaying my hips to the music. “Don’t you think it’s sexy?”

He sits taller.

“I didn’t until now.” The look he gives me sets me on fire. “Is that why you couldn’t sleep, Angel? You feeling horny?”

I try not to blush at his words, but it’s a battle I’ll never win when it comes to this man and the way my body responds to him.

“Maybe,” I say, letting my lids fall closed as I move to the music, trying to channel every bit of sensuality I’ve ever seen in movies.

God, I hope I don’t look ridiculous.

What if I look hilariou—

“Come here, Angel.” His rasp is gravelly yet demanding, interrupting my insecurities, and my eyes snap open to meet his. “I want to see how horny you are.”

A swarm of butterflies rush through my chest and into my stomach at his words.

He wants toseehow horny I am… like actuallysee?

I should probably be questioning my sanity at this point, yet my body, having its own agenda, moves with the music as I round the table. My heart is hammering as he shifts his chair back, angling himself to face me as I near, his gaze hungry, devouring me with every step.

“Did you try touching yourself?”

I nod, biting my lip, eyes dropping to his boots as my swaying slows, and I wait to see what he’ll do.

“Eyes up.”

Ohhh. Histone. The demand in it hits me hard, need pooling between my legs.

“What happened when you touched yourself?”

I shrug. “Not much. I feel nothing when I do it.”

“Do you want me to touch you, Angel?”

“Please.” It’s practically a beg, the word leaving me so fast I never had a hope of stopping it. I ache for his touch so much that I don’t even feel ashamed, especially when his lips kick up in a wicked grin.

“Are you wearing panties?” he asks, and I nod. “Take them off.”

My heart slams against my ribs at his demand, my fingers obeying him as they slip beneath the hem of the t-shirt. Without a second thought, I hook the fabric of the panties and shimmy them down, letting them pool on the floor.

After tossing back the last of his whiskey and discarding his glass on the floor, he leans forward, scooping up my panties and brings them to his nose.

Then he drags in a deep sniff.

He moans and I whimper, my whole body shuddering with need just watching him.

How can he make me feel so cherished when he hasn’t even touched me yet?

“Fuuuck, Angel,” he growls. “I really want to taste you again.”

I’m not sure where Abbey Delaney went, because this person standing here with her legs trembling and heart ready to explode, has way bigger lady balls than I ever thought she did. Especially when I reach between my thighs, sliding my handunder the fabric of his t-shirt until I find the wet heat waiting for me.

His eyes flare as he watches, his head tipping to the side to hone in on my fingers as I graze them through my slickness.

His expression is something I’ve never seen before, and it hits me that he’s never actuallyseenme down there.

He’s touched me. But notseenme.

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