Page 63 of Mercenary

He slides his hand upward. Slowly. Upward and onward until he’s beneath my skirt, his thumb dragging behind and leaving an imaginary line across my skin.

Just a bit further.

An ache grows inside, and I’m suddenly aware of how wet I am. My body’s a few steps ahead of my mind, and my newly awakened libido is leading the charge. I want his hands on me, his fingers inside me. I want him, all of him.

Does he know it?

I study his face. So calm. A lesson in control.

I spread my thighs apart, slightly. Encouraging him.

His nostrils flare. Not so controlled, after all.

With his free hand, he unzips his fly, then works his jeans down his legs. His erection springs free, causing me to gasp.

Uncontrolled and very much affected.

I lick my lips, thinking about what we did this morning, and if what’s about to happen can even compare. His erection’s bigger than I remember.

“Fuck. Do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Lick your lips. Look at me when you do it.”

I run my tongue slowly across my top lip, press it into my bottom lip, then withdraw. Biting down lightly, I drag my top teeth across the moist path. Doing what feels good. Acting on instinct, and guided by the wicked way he’s watching me.

His eyes flash full of lust. Changing from a deeper green to a pale color. Like the soft inside of a summer kiwi. Light green with specks of black.

I gasp. His raw, knock-me-on-my-ass, oh-so blatant reaction catching me by surprise.

I did that.

The knowledge spurs me on. “Can I . . . lick you?”

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes, tight. Like he’s pained.

Hmm. Not exactly a yes . . . but as I glance down, I see how tightly he’s fisting his erection . . .

Quickly, I bend forward and press my tongue to his tip. My hand covers his for a second before he releases the death grip he’s got on himself.

I run my tongue across the full length of his head, then swirl it around the base.

“Before I take you in my mouth, you’ve got to know . . .” I lick once more and grin at the salty taste of him. It’s a heady feeling, this power I have over him. “It’s okay if you come inside my—”

That’s all it takes.

Declan jumps out of the truck, reaches back inside and, as if I weigh nothing, hauls me up, over the center console, and out of the truck. He sets me down onto shaky legs. I attempt to sink to my knees but he stops me. “Change of plans. This is going to be a lesson in what happens when you play with fire.”

Says my stone-cold lover.

Who, as I sensed oh-so correctly, blazes hot at the core.

He reaches beneath my skirt, hooks his fingers around my thin lace underwear, and rips them clear off me. I gasp as his fingers drag across my cleft. I come up onto my toes, arching my hips forward and into his touch.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs. “You like how I fuck you?”

“Yes.”