Page 173 of Scatter the Bones

His hands roam over my back, confident and warm, until he finds the clasp of my bra and pops it loose. I laugh softly against his mouth, breaking the kiss for a second to rest my forehead against his. My breath mingles with his, and the heat between us simmers higher.

“What do you want?” I whisper, not because I can’t guess—but because I love hearing it from him.

He presses a kiss to my cheek. Then my lips. His mouth is soft, but his fingers are sneaky, sliding the straps down my arms with deliberate ease.

“Your tits in my hands.”

The blunt honesty sends a zing through me, sharp and sweet. The cool air kisses my bare skin just before his hands replace it—hot, rough, greedy.

He groans low in his throat and palms my breasts, thumbing my nipples until I gasp.

“Much better.”

I hiss in a breath and reach behind me, wrapping my hand around his length through the thin fabric of his shorts.

“Fuuuck.” His hips twitch beneath me. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking over it in slow, reverent strokes. A low groan rumbles in his chest and his eyes squeeze shut like he’s hanging on by a thread. “Take me out. Please.”

I cup his face between my hands and tip his head up, forcing his gaze to meet mine. His eyes are glazed with need—but still so focused on me.

“Will you behave?”

He frowns, as if it’s a foreign concept. “How?”

“Let me take care of you.”

He cocks his head, breath ragged. “Be my guest.”

I ease off his chest, kissing and licking my way down his stomach, slow and unhurried. He’s all mine to explore. When I reach the waistband of his shorts, I run my tongue along the edge, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath.

His abs tense. “Stop fuckin’ teasing me, woman.”

He hooks his thumbs under the waistband and lifts his hips, a challenge in his eyes.

I sit up straighter, placing a palm on his stomach. “You promised to behave.”

He lets out a low, frustrated growl and lets his hands fall to the bed, fingers curling into the sheets. “You want to taste me?”

“Mmmhmm.” I trail one finger along the waistband, slipping it just beneath the fabric, watching the way his muscles tense and jump in anticipation.

“Then do it,” he rasps, voice low and wrecked with need. For me.

A thrill shivers through me. This strong, powerful man is trembling under my hands.

“You want to rub my cock between your tits?” he asks, voice sharp and jagged.

“I will if that’s what you want.” I ease the waistband down, letting the elastic drag against his skin. His cock springs free,thick and hard. I wrap my hand around him, drinking in the way he shudders under my touch. “I’d do anything for you.”

Our eyes lock. He cradles my chin and strokes his thumb along my cheek. “I know.”

He’s so solemn, I don’t think we’re only talking about all the ways I’m willing to please him anymore.

“Get these off,” he pants.

He arches his hips just enough for me to slide his shorts down. I keep my grip on him, one hand stroking slow and steady as I work the fabric past his legs. He kicks them away, gaze never leaving me—like I’m the only thing that exists.

I wet my lips and lower my mouth, swirling my tongue over his tip.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses.

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