Page 142 of Pretty Wicked Secrets

He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound that vibrates all the way through me, but instead of giving me what I want, he abruptly moves away.

Then I realize heisgiving me what I want.

He gets to his feet, standing between mine at the foot of the bed, and lifts each of my legs, one at a time, to remove my shoes. Then he slides my pants the rest of the way off, holding my eyes and rubbing his fingers over the thin triangle of blue silk he’s left me wearing.

“You look good like this,” he says, his eyes hooded and filled with heat.

I arch and spread my legs a little for him. “In blue?”

“In my bed.”

He drags his gaze down my body, pushing my thighs apart so I’m even more fully exposed to him and then lifting one of my hands.

He sucks my fingers into his mouth, his gray eyes locked onto mine, and fierce ripples of pleasure shoot through me. When he slides my fingers free, he pushes my hand under the little triangle of silk covering my pussy.

“I want you wet.”

“I am.”

“Do better.”

I shudder as his gaze burns into me. He doesn’t look away as he steps back and starts to strip his own clothes off, and the intensity of his attention is doing it for me as much as anything else.

I rub my clit for him anyway. Lightly at first, then harder when his eyes flare with hot pleasure. Faster.

I’m used to men watching me, but this feels different. Thisisdifferent. It fills me up with feelings I can’t put into words—or maybe just don’t have the courage to yet—but my body is a different story. It shows Maddoc everything… and it gets me another one of those slow, filthy smiles of his.

I shudder even harder, a wave of pleasured heat ripping through me, and press my fingers against my clit as my breath starts to come a little faster.

“Good?” I pant.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Maddoc says, his eyes flaring with desire. “But you can do better than that.”

“Youcan do better than this.”

That gets me a dark laugh that does delicious things inside me, along with another promise. “I will.”

He shucks off the last of his clothes, all hard muscle and burning intensity and a cock that juts toward me and makes my mouth water. And then he’s suddenlyright there. Closing the space between us and flipping me onto my stomach without any warning.

I gasp, my fingers dragging across the bedspread as he hauls me backward by the hips. “Fuck.”

He chuckles again, the sound filled with heat. “That too.”

“You’d better.”

He gets my knees right on the edge of the bed with my ass in the air, and then those big hands of his are spreading me open, pulling my legs wider apart, answering me with the only kind of promise I need.

He plants a hand in the middle of my back and pushes my chest back down to the mattress, then peels off my thong.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, heat rocketing through me as he buries his fingers inside me, thrusting deep.

“You did good,” he says, his voice rasping, “Got yourself nice and wet for me.”

“Do something about it.”

I mean for it to come out demanding, but instead I sound like I’m begging.

Iambegging.

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