Page 151 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

He sucked my clit hard, letting it go with a snap of his thumb as a chaser. I bucked under his mouth, but then he moved his tongue to the outer edges. It felt good, but it wasn’t where I needed him.

I plucked my nipple. I even tried to twist my fingers out of his, but he held me fast.

“Feel that tight little clit? I know what you need, but not until I see those perfect tits.”

I tugged the shirt up a little more but hid the other breast. “I’m not ready to show you.”

He used my own thumb to strum over my clit. “Is that right?”

I closed my eyes against the teasing pressure. Not enough to make me come, just enough to make me insane. I tugged harder at my nipple, the T-shirt covering my free hand.

“Duchess.”

I arched, rotating my hips against my thumb to get what I needed.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He held my thumb tight to the top of my clit and fucked me with his tongue.

It was amazing, but not enough to fill me. To stretch and touch all the parts of me he knew so well.

“Fucking tease,” I growled.

“Who’s the tease? I’m here doing all the work. The least you can do is show me those perfect breasts.”

“Work?” I ground the heel of my foot into his shoulder.

He grunted, but he was smiling around his so-called work.

Bastard.

The lashes of his tongue slowed to barely a lick. “I’m waiting.”

I pulled a pillow under my head, propping myself up until the T-shirt slid down to my ribs. I traced lazy circles on my belly. “Me too.”

He crawled up and over me, never letting go of my hand. Instead, he pinned it over my head and hovered over my mouth. “Do you live to be obstinate?”

“Only around you it seems.”

He glanced up and over my shoulder. “Beat it, Sarge.”

“Oh my God, is he still watching?”

“Cats are a bit like you.”

“Shut up.”

He smiled down at me. “They their own thing, giving a disdainful look down their nose as they do it.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips and flipped him until I was on top.

“Jesus.”

I reached between us for his very tight, very crowded boxers. “I’d say you need a little relief, sir.”

He shifted until it was him with the comfy pillow, watching me out of narrowed slitted eyes. “And you’d be the one to give it then?”

I tipped my head with a grin, then flipped my shirt off. I was tempted to toss it at the cat so he’d stop watching, but to hell with it. I loved animals too much to scare one.

Nash’s gaze was appreciative enough that I tossed it at his head instead. His belly laugh made my heart arrow its way up my throat. Dammit, this man would tear me to pieces, and I still couldn’t stop loving him.

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