Page 166 of Positively Pricked

"What?"

"I'm not gonna stop 'til your throat's raw from moaning my name." His gaze dipped lower, and he said in almost a whisper, "And I can promise you this, you'll be plenty sore tomorrow."

That shouldn't have thrilled me. But it did. After all, I'd heard the rumors. I said, "You mean because you're, um, well endowed?"

"No, although I'm not gonna deny it. What I mean is, I'm not gonna stop until you're trembling so hard, your bones ache."

Holy hell.

That prick knew exactly what he was doing. Already, I was aching for him. I could feel my body responding. Wanting him. Craving him.

I glanced toward the window of my hotel room. I wasn't on a top floor, but the view was still pretty nice. I had a king size bed and fresh sheets. And in front of me, I had the sexiest guy I'd ever met.

In spite of my earlier protests, I reached for the pen he was holding in his free hand. And then, heaven help me, I signed.