The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances. Jo Leigh
her nipple through her bra. It puckered and hardened, and the sound she made as he licked her through the silk should have embarrassed her, it was so hungry. But she’d given herself permission to be decadent tonight, to indulge in something she usually didn’t do—have a one-night stand with an old friend just to make herself feel better. Chris knew this was all it was, so why not? Why not make herself feel good and him feel good and forget Ben existed, at least for tonight?
“You’re good at teasing me,” she said.
“Am I?” He nuzzled against the valley of her breasts.
“You’re going very slow.”
“I like to go slow. If I go fast, then it’s over with too soon.”
“Or you could go fast—twice.”
“You’re behaving very badly right now.”
“You told me to.”
“I know.” He raised his head and grinned at her, a grin to set her body temperature shooting up another degree or two. “It was a compliment.”
He rewarded her for her bad behavior by pushing the cup of her bra down. The cool air of the room on her naked breast sent her shivering with delicious chills. Chris lightly licked the hard tan tip that was turning a darker shade of brown as he gave it more and more attention and more and more blood rushed to her breasts. She tangled her hand in his hair and held his mouth to her nipple. He covered it with his lips and sucked softly and then deeply and then hard enough to make her gasp aloud.
Chris kissed her mouth after she moaned and took her breast in his hand. He pinched her nipple and tugged lightly on it, rolling it between his fingers as he kissed her until she could scarcely breathe and forgot she needed to.
“Remind me to do something after you’re done fucking me,” she whispered.
“What is that?”
“I need to call Kira and tell her she’s a genius.”
HE LOWERED HIS head again and gave her left breast the same sort of attention, lavishing kisses on it, sucking the nipple, rolling his tongue around it as she lifted her hips again and again against him, unable to stop herself. Her arousal was potent, sharp in its intensity. She felt everything he did to her all over her body. It was nervousness, of course, and the adrenaline rush that came with a brand-new partner after being with only one man in two years. Also, it felt like she was breaking a rule, cheating, cheating on Ben even though she wasn’t. They hadn’t said they’d broken up, but there was no reason to say a single word to him the second she discovered he was married. Their relationship was null and void in her mind because he’d lied to her, lied to his wife. But if she knew Ben as well as she thought she did, he would apologize, try to get her back. He still considered her his girlfriend, and if he knew she was with another man, he would lose his mind. She almost wanted to call him right now and tell him what she was doing.
And laugh.
“More,” she whispered as Chris lightly bit her nipple.
“More what?”
“More of you,” she said, sliding her palms down his body from his neck to the small of his back where she lingered awhile. His skin was so soft here, so touchable, so smooth. “More of this.” She lifted her pelvis meaningfully into his.
“Are you begging for sex?”
“Not yet. Should I?”
“Worth a try. Maybe it would work.”
“No guy has ever made me beg for it before.”
“Maybe I know it’s worth begging for.”
“You’re a little cocky, Chris. How did I not know that about you?”
“A little cocky?”
She smiled.
He rose up off her body, knelt over her hips and unzipped his jeans. He lowered them and his black boxer briefs to his thighs. With one hand he stroked himself over her.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “You’re a lot cocky.” When he started to raise his jeans up again—more teasing—she reached out and grabbed his wrists.
“Don’t,” she said. He said nothing, only looked at her. “Please don’t? Pretty please?”
“You’re not bad at begging.”
“How much begging would I have to do to get you naked?”
“Am I naked yet?”
“Not completely.”
“Then obviously you need to beg more.” Chris took her naked breasts in both of his hands and held them, squeezing them lightly and massaging them. “Don’t you?”
She couldn’t quite believe it. This was Chris Steffensen? The Chris Steffensen who only worked up the courage to kiss her after they’d gotten into the parental whiskey stash that night? The Chris who’d barely spoken in school except to his closest friends and even then never said more than necessary? He’d walked down the halls, face half-hidden by long blond hair, didn’t talk in class, didn’t put himself in anyone’s way and only really expressed himself with his fists when someone went after Dillon. How had that shy, quiet, intense teenage boy turned into this strong, confident, beautiful man? Ten years had been very kind to Chris. She could get used to being with a man like him.
“Please take your clothes off,” she said. “All of them. I want to see your body, because if the rest of it is as good as what I’ve already seen, I’m going to be the luckiest woman on earth tonight. And I’ve never been the luckiest woman on earth, and after the past couple of days, I think I’ve earned it. And even if I haven’t, I want it, anyway. Also...your cock is sexy as hell and I want to feel it on me and in me. If I need to earn it some way, just say the word.”
“The word.”
“You aren’t cocky. You’re arrogant.”
“Why is my cock not in your mouth? I could have sworn it was cocksucking time.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
He looked up at the clock on the wall over the woodstove.
“Ten fourteen.”
“It’s after cocksucking time,” she said. “Allow me to apologize for my tardiness.”
“Actions speak louder than words.”
Joey didn’t say another word. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen a man do in her life—pull down his pants to show her his cock after she’d made a “little cocky” remark. Sexy and smug and smoldering. He hadn’t said a word. He didn’t need to. He was big enough to impress her, and he’d known it. Quiet Chris. Shy Chris. Sweet, sensitive Chris. Had he always had this side to him even in high school? If she’d seen past the chain wallet, the long hair, the brooding silences, the drugs, maybe he would have been her first time instead of just her first kiss.
“You want to lie down?” she asked.
He shook his head no.
“No?”
“Didn’t your friend tell you the best way to get over one guy was to get under another?”
“I don’t know if she meant it that literally.”
“I’m taking it that literally. Stay on your back. I’ll come to you.”
“And on me?”
“Not yet. But maybe later.”
“If I’m good?”
“Now you’re learning.”
She stretched out on her back again.