Page 35 of It Takes a Thief
“Promise?”
“Christ, Mer, are you trying to kill me?”
She settles back on my thighs. “I have a proposition for you. And before you say no, it won’t break any of your rules.”
“Go on,” I urge, despite my better judgment.
“My time is almost up and I’m about to be forced into a loveless marriage.” She clears her throat. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before. Actually, um, I’ve never had any kind of stand before.”
Oh, sweet Jesus in heaven. Is she telling me—
“I’ve never been with a man, Linc,” she whispers, cheeks turning an adorable shade of crimson, “but I’d like to change that. With you.”
My heart spirals madly and my dick would give an enthusiastic thumbs-up if it could. Meanwhile, the angel and demon on my shoulders are wrestling furiously. “Mer…”
My voice trails off. What do I say to that?
“Think about it.” Before I can respond, she grabs my nipple through my T-shirt and twists. “I could always call Elliot.”
Unbelievable little vixen.“That’s not funny,” I growl, lifting her up and spinning her fast. She lets out a surprised squeal and finds herself flat on her back.
“Is that a yes?” she whispers.
Instead of answering with words, I kiss her. Hard. And, this time, I don’t hold back. She needs to understand what sex with me is like. I’m not slow and gentle, I’m hard and fast. I’ll make sure she comes, but I don’t linger, and I certainly don’t cuddle. Once we’re done, I leave. And I don’t do seconds. Rule number two is extremely important. It prevents emotional attachments from developing.
On occasion, I’ve been called a cold bastard because of it.Sorry, not sorry. Self-preservation overrules all else.
Plus, I watched my mom self-destruct after my dad left her. I never want to make any woman hurt like that.
Ending the rough kiss, I pull back and she’s breathing hard. Hell, so am I. “I’m bossy and demanding,” I warn her.
“In bed? Or, just in general?” she teases.
“Both.”
“That’s okay. I might need a little guidance.”
Refusing her is becoming impossible, and the overwhelming need to taste her somewhere else fills me. Pulling back, I decide to challenge her. To find out if she’s playing games or if she’s really all in. I slide my hands up her thighs and pop the button on her jeans. She visibly swallows as I drag the zipper down.
“You want to do it here? Maybe we should go upstairs?” she suggests.
“Maybe you should spread your legs.”
Her lips part on a quiet gasp. So ladylike. It’s making me crazy. The women I’ve taken to bed have been nothing like her. They were all experienced and knew better than to question me.
“I want to taste you, Mer. Lick your pussy until you come.”
Those big blue eyes of hers watch as I tug her jeans down her legs.
“Do you want my mouth on you?” I slide off the couch, studying her intently as I slowly caress up and down her silky thighs.
“Y-yes,” she breathes.
Leaning forward, I press a lingering kiss on the center of her silky panties. She lets out a whimper that goes straight to my rock-hard dick, making it ache even more. And while I’m supposed to be testing her, suddenly things shift, leaving me feeling like I’m the one being challenged.
Drawing in a steadying breath, I hook my fingers in the lace edges. And despite what I said earlier, I slide her panties down so slowly, with a gentleness I didn’t know I possess. My mouth starts watering when I see she’s already wet, glistening for me. I wasn’t actually planning to go through with fucking her, but now I’m having second thoughts.
“So pretty,” I murmur, then glance up at her. She’s watching every move I make with bated breath. Dropping the panties, I slip my hands under her ass, lift her hips and haul her forward. Then I bury my face between her sweet thighs.
