Page 53 of Shot Taker

Whatever Richard Gere is doing with the out-of-his-league sex worker is forgotten. There’s no world outside of the heat rising on this couch.

Just like I couldn’t keep my feelings for Nova out of the desire I felt earlier, now a carnal hunger bleeds into the edges of my emotions.

She smells like some kind of wildflower, and I want to suck all the honey out of her.

My body is already tense from the feel of her, but now my abs clench and my cock throbs. “We can slow it down next time.”

Her face tips up. “Really?”

I’ve got her attention now. “Uh-huh. Tell me what you liked about it.”

Her eyes are big and round, her lips parting. She can definitely feel how turned on I am, and she’s into it. “I liked your mouth on me.”

No shit.

“What else?”

“I liked watching you stroke yourself. I liked seeing you get off.”

Desire jolts down my spine.

This is dangerous territory, and not what I planned.

But I told her we had to talk, that I wanted her to open up to me, and that’s what we’re doing, right?

I skim her hip with my palm. Her legs are smooth and soft, and I hitch her knee over my thigh.

“Just the thought of you gets me off,” I murmur. “I’m that hot for you, Pink.”

My fingers slide up the inside of her shorts.

Damn.

She’s hot and slippery, her skin like satin fire against me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her.

Her eyes darken with desire.

I’m between her legs, pushing in just far enough to make her gasp. The sensations are too much, and she grips my shoulders to stay upright.

“That feels… incredible.”

“Good,” I whisper back.

I play with her, enjoying every second of her arousal. The heat between us is palpable, and I lean in to kiss her, but she turns her face at the last second.

I capture her chin and turn her back to me.

“This isn’t make-believe, Nova. You want me to fuck you, you’re damn well going to feel it. If you decide after that you’re not willing to take a chance on us, that’s one thing. But I’m gonna hold your eyes wide open and show you everything we are first.”

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My tongue pushes into her mouth as I grip her hips with both hands.

She moans softly against my lips, a sound that drives me wild.My body aches for hers as I press against her, our tongues dancing in perfect synchronization as we get lost in each other.

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