Page 73 of Death, Interrupted

She smiled up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Good, because I fear I’ll need you forever.”

And I’d stay forever.

Sumner

I stood in the center of the bedroom, watching Sly as he slowly stripped off his clothes. Every movement was so controlled, and I couldn’t look away. When he was finally naked, he stepped closer and slid his fingers under the hem of my sweater.

He didn’t ask with words, but I didn’t need him to. I gave a small nod and let him know I was ready, then I lifted my hands as he gently pulled my sweater up over my head.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes trailed down my body.

I smiled up at him and placed one hand on his stomach. “You too.”

His lips curled into a smirk as he wrapped his arms around me to undo my bra. Once that was on the floor,I pushed down my pants and stepped out of them before quickly getting rid of my panties and socks too.

“You know how this goes,” he said, his voice low. “You’re in control. You talk to me, tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll obey.”

In all the dark romance books I read and edited, every man was aways so…intense. So needy and powerful when it came to sex. And I understood how much of a turn-on that was for readers. But I liked it this way better. Sly was always so caring and careful, and he let me set the pace.

And the good thing about it all was that when I told him to do something, he did it. So, I wasn’t worried about not getting what I needed, because I just had to tell him, and he’d give it to me without hesitation.

Still, with all of the freedom he gave me, I wanted him to have it, too. I slid my fingers down his abs and stopped right above his cock. “If there’s anything you like and want me to do, you tell me, okay?”

His eyes lit up, like he was just granted a thousand wishes. “Yeah, okay. I might take you up on that,” he replied with a cocky grin.

“Good.”

He dropped his gaze to my hands and licked his lips. “Actually…I’d like for you to rub my cock.”

I got goosebumps, which was a silly reaction to what he asked for, but no man had ever spoken to melike that without bad intentions.

I bit my lower lip and lowered my right hand to wrap my fingers around his base. Sly sucked in a breath and pushed his hips forward, sliding himself along my hand.

“Fuck…you could make me come just like this.”

I looked up as I tightened my grip, then started to move my hand along his length. I felt him harden under my touch, and his cock twitched every time I reached his tip and gave it a little squeeze with my forefinger and thumb.

“Ah, fuuuck…” He placed his left hand on my hip while reaching down to cup his balls with the other. He massaged them while I kept rubbing him, and I smiled at the sight of pure pleasure on his face.

“Is this okay?”

“Okay? Baby, this feels better than every time I’ve ever in my life jerked off myself.”

I laughed with a shake of my head. “Do I want to know how often you jerk off?”

“No, you don’t. Because you’ll judge me and I don’t want to come off as a creepy loner.”

“I would never judge you,” I told him, smiling gently. “But now you won’t ever have to do it yourself anymore.”

“Thank fuck for that. Your hands feel fucking amazing around my cock, baby.”

His hand moved to my ass, giving it a tight squeezebefore he lifted his fingers to his mouth to wet them with his spit. I knew what he was up to, and I gave him the go-ahead by parting my legs slightly.

“So damn beautiful,” he murmured as his eyes wandered across my face, and then down my body. He circled my clit before his fingers slid through my fold slowly. “Look at you,” he murmured, his lips now close to my ear. “So wet and ready for me.”

I sucked in a shaky breath and steadied myself my reaching up my left hand and holding on to his shoulder. “Oh…”

“How many fingers do you want inside, baby?”